Walk the rails under a high blue sky. Find the sag in the leaning fence, and step--carefully--over rusted wire. Follow a peninsula of blond grasses through a lake of loam, and come, at last, to the timber's edge where gray branches trace the sky and rose hips curl near purple canes.
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It looks as if the weather was hot. Was it?
ReplyDeleteHot enough to make shade pleasant. We seem to be jumping between hot and cold here, with very little in-between weather.
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