Infinite snow-fleas
in deepest ruts and foot-tracks.
First time this winter.
January 15, 2018
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| January 15, 2014 A bright day not cold yet my shadow is a most celestial blue. |
A Book of the Seasons, by Henry Thoreau
"A book, each page written in its own season,
out-of-doors, in its own locality.”
~edited, assembled and rewritten by zphx © 2009-2016
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