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...and to sit on a wooden bench with a nice glass of wine next to the pond, listening to it talk to you as its thick layer of ice groans, warming and cooling in the bright winter sun. Then there's the 2' of heavy, wet, pasty, later saeason snow of a few days ago,... still a bit sore from hours of shoveling... There's always the pond to talk to.
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Where's spellcheck when ya need it ?!?! *season*
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3/16/2018 3:08 pm |
You're your memory keeper of yore. Nice story. Nice pic. Def all nature! -Russ
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Growing up in the Northeast we lived in the country. We lived in the typical farm house with a rolling front yard. I'll never forget the beauty at night looking out from the upstairs window and marveling at the scene........snow blanketing the front yard glistening in the moonlight, so serene.
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