Once in 100 years...

Apr 14, 2007 23:22


A cold snap in the mountains killed off the leaves of the trees. They hang black and limp, waving in the breeze, in the moonlight. They look spooky. Dead trees in the shreads of their shrouds...
The old cultures would say this is a bad omen.
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