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Bleak sky. Sleet salts the wounds. Stiff muscles object to movement and stillness alike. The hourly forecast's long line of pencil sketched clouds and rain, snow, wind -- 24 in a row before a painted sun.
Posted at 08:31 AM in Day-to-day things, NaBloPoMo, Nature | Permalink
I heard it was going to be cold out your way. Stay warm!
Thursday, November 08, 2012 at 12:14 PM
Thanks, Roberta. We've been in denial this fall with warmer than usual weather. We're getting a serious reality check now!
Friday, November 09, 2012 at 09:00 AM
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