It’s foggy today. Real fog, not smoke. There’s a tree in the yard that yesterday morning had its flowers spread out with their faces to the sun. Now the flowers are drooping, avoiding the occasional rain drops.
There’s a lot of bird chatter. I wonder if they heard about the bear in Arlington yesterday. A baby that was cavorting just four and a half miles…
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