When the fog lifts, the sun makes its nest in the treetops. I sit with a newspaper folded on my knee, listening to a chipmunk’s metronome.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
When the fog lifts, the sun makes its nest in the treetops. I sit with a newspaper folded on my knee, listening to a chipmunk’s metronome.
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good morning, Dave. I was right there with you and it was wonderful. Thanks.
Hi Peg! I’m about to walk down into the fog, I think.