If I'm there, am I here too...I love the fringe, like eyelashes at the edge of the outside view. I'm pretending it is not snowing; no, I'm trying to ignore. It is, no doubt, a pretty show between the pines, so I may bundle up and walk with the dogs up the road to fetch the mail. And I do need to check on my sick red hen hovering under the feeder in the coop. We've hiked to the bottoms in a cold wind, but the sky wasn't falling then.
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