We got a fresh batch of snow stuff....maybe it was tiny pieces of hail, because it pelted out windows last night. And this morning, it was crunchy like ice.
Twenty minutes more or less.
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From “Vacillation” My fiftieth year had come and gone, I sat, a solitary
man, In a crowded London shop, An open book and empty cup On the marble
table-top....
17 hours ago
1 comment:
many years to your Mother!!! sounds like some cozy times; I am so glad :)
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