The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta December 13, 2019 2

Two degrees below freezing, but the rain remains rain. Somewhere above the fog, an airplane’s single propeller.

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Magaly Guerrero
5 years ago Permalink

I love this glimpse of a world that keeps on moving, even while slightly frozen, even behind veils…
1. Dave Bonta
  5 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks. Glad that resonated.

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