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12/19/2021

Dave Bonta December 19, 2021

Full moon gone in, I feel snowflakes on my face, their almost clinical touch. The sound of a train. The springhouse roof turning white.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged moon, snow, snowflakes, springhouse, train
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