Musings on story and life...
Saturday, September 03, 2005
Instead of always craning my neck skyward, I found myself looking just at trail's edge. Though the fog made for lousy birding, it created some wonderful works of arachnid art, dripping with the morning dew.
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In the bluffs and valleys of the Coulee Region
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