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Every morning brings a bit of fresh snow. Not too much. Just enough for a clean slate.
A place for new marks. On the way to the woodpile, there was evidence of circling.
And a place to doodle. A light snow makes the earth a journal.
February 05, 2013 in how it might happen, season, space, wings, winter | Permalink
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