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morningporch.com
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| | | | | When the clouds move off, an orbweaver's web appears in the corner of a porch balustrade, shimmering as it pulses in the breeze. | |
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woodrat.vianegativa.us
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| | | | | From time to time a flash of panic, as if I've forgotten something - but I can't think what. missing mountaintop in the pit of my stomach | |
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woodrat.vianegativa.us
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| | | | | the falling snowflakes one brown leaf | |
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morningporch.com
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| | | A snow flurry turns into a squall, and all the birds fall silent-even the Cooper's hawk. The ground is white in minutes: an onion snow. | ||
