The Morning Porch

April 11, 2021 by Dave Bonta

The sky lightens and the rain eases off after a full night’s shift. The lilac looks twice as green as it did yesterday.

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Bethany Reid

April 11, 2021 at 11:07 am

I’m a great lover of rain, though the forecast here is for a week of sun. Woman cutting my hair: “But what if this is our summer?” As though the last few heat-soaked and forest-fire riddled summers had escaped her…

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