That time of year again.
Some years have been full of words.
Others less so.
Always worth a go, though.
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Day 5 - Fog with Crocuses
"croci" is too piercing for this softly foggy Easter morning, though angry squirrels squawk at me when I cast out crumbs of bread...
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I am waiting for you. Where do you wait? In Florida with retirees? South along the Gulf of Mexico? All the way home to sunny Mexico? Is anyo...
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