The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta January 21, 2021 2

The first stripe of sunlight to make it through the woods follows the 200-year-old colliers’ trail. In thin snow, the cuneiform of sparrows.

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Karen Harvey
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These words create a vivid visual picture. I love it.
1. Dave Bonta
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  Thanks! Glad that worked.

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