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FROSTBITE
Foccaccia. Too thin, too crispy and too delicious. I am making more today to take over to Jake’s – we are having a meeting about this new year.
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LAST LIGHT
We worked in the grim cold and blowing though inconsequential snow all day then at the moment the sun committed to dropping below the horizon, to begin her journey to visit my children, she turned her fleeting lights on me. Suddenly and very briefly, sepia turned to glowing golden.
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COWS LIKE FOSSILS
After John and I had attended to some business in a nearby town we headed home to scoop the poop.
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SLUSH
Look how much of the ice and snow had melted into puddles on the ground by yesterday afternoon.
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A-WALL-KY
The sky spent the day in the same heavy dirty white of the earth. The horizon defined by barely melting snow soil. It was eerie with stillness.
The Kitchen's Garden 