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Wednesday, January 17, 2018

After a winter storm whether it be snow or rain at the end of the morning the clouds and flurries linger in a palate of grays and white till the blues reach the heavens enough to smear the canvas with a patch of blue for the high sun when the sun’s as low as the small hand on the clock and the... Sign in to see full entry.

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