ugliness
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Beauty, Ugliness, & Invisibility
It is very cold this morning; my hands are stiff. The pond is building a cap of ice. Since the snow plow came a few days ago, I’ve been locked in my garden. Even if I could get out, the feed buckets are buried. So the garden is quiet — no squirrels, few birds. I… Continue reading

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