Saturday, September 3, 2005A CLEAR BLUE SKYIt's one of those heartbreakingly beautiful days we always seem to get here in New England in early September. I went out early with my weights in hand for my jog around Fresh Pond. The sun was just high enough to stream over the tops of the pines as I rounded the bend where the gravel path narrows,... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 9:44 AM Comments (21) (link) |
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