Wednesday, February 5, 2014


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Again looking south, this time from the path at the end of the marsh. I always like to stop here and watch the water rushing down into the culvert under my feet, and then out the other side, under the ice and on its way. I like to imagine who is alive under the ice, and who might be in the grasses and snow, waiting for me to leave.

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