The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta February 5, 2021 2

One degree above freezing, and the last icicle has turned dull as the eye of a dead fish. As I watch, it trembles in the breeze and lets go.

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Susan Spivack
4 years ago Permalink

Thank you! wonderful noticing…
Peter
4 years ago Permalink

Very nice.

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