TRACK 3 THE MONDAY POST A) B I L L ' S R 👀 S T ⛰🌲🐿 🍂 On she went, the woods were deep and still. The sun made the pine needles almost too bright to look at, up where the wind rocked. The cones dropped as light as feathers Down in the hollow was the mourning dove - it was not too late for him.... Sign in to see full entry.