Les's shop windows overlook a meadow of high golden-brown weeds, with pines in the distance. All week long, fairytale snow has been falling, like a radio stuck on The Nutcracker day after day. The tall weeds are buried to their middles; the trees hunch like a row of giants, pale and vanishing behind a mist of flakes. Every time I look up from my
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also...loony! tee hee.
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Love the photos - the first one makes me think of coconut donuts. :)
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Yes, it feels like good fortune has finally come my way, and things might start to turn around at last.
I regret that I haven't had time or energy to read LJ at all this month. I'm still adapting to the new routine. Hopefully I'll eventually figure out how to maintain the contact.
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