The Treehouse + The Cave

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Tuesday, March 08, 2005



This morning's rain just shifted to snow. Like the milkweed of my youth, the flakes are floating erratically, quickly. Like lotto balls in a lotto machine, streaking against the dull grey of an overcast city.

Image 1: Dan & Lynn Wolaver
Image 2: Muskrat

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