Sunday, June 19, 2005YOU CAN'T HAVE ONE WITHOUT THE OTHERThe richly complex scent of rotting and growing things assaults me as I round the bend. The pond is shrouded in early morning mist on my right, the sun is weakly beginning to show itself above the trees on the other side. It's been a wet, chilly spring. While the ground seems waterlogged all this... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 8:43 AM Comments (7) (link) |
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