Today is . . . faint stirrings of light green like dreams forgotten and buried under gray banks of old snow, with overtones of sepia tints and the scent of lilies. Time turns the seasons despite snow storms and world events and human moods; the earth ticks on.
See September 21, 2008 for the genesis of my “today is . . . ” postings.
See September 21, 2008 for the genesis of my “today is . . . ” postings.
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