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S-s-s-snow

snow

From the bathroom window. The snow clings to the trees.




snow as high as the fence

Thought we oughter have a fence check.
That’s the one Terry can step over. Not much
longer before it’s buried. The greyish blobs are
big snowflakes.

Posted on 03/12/05 at 04:28 PM
 




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