The Morning Porch

October 18, 2022 by Dave Bonta

A cold and windy dawn. The crescent moon drowns in a sorcery of pink.

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Susan Spivack

October 18, 2022 at 8:36 am

“drowns in a sorcery of pink” Yes! Thank you…… and rereading 10/18/2020 just now, also quite perfect.
Dave

October 19, 2022 at 10:17 am

Thanks for the feedback. Glad you thought that worked.

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