The Morning Porch

April 27, 2012 by Dave Bonta

The sun clears the ridge and disappears behind a dark lid of clouds. The wind which a moment before felt envigorating is now simply cold.

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Louise

April 27, 2012 at 1:56 pm

These are getting really good. Very visual but also visceral.
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