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Stupid stuff...made sense when I wrote it...not when I read it
My experience with snow is vast. Michigan, Wyoming, Kansas, Wisconsin, Montana. I have seen snow storms lit by the moon and sun. Cloudless skies and snowing like mad. It might be impenetrable clouds a couple of miles away and cloudless where you are. It's like rain on my side of the street but not on yours.
There are days I MUST write.
There are days when it's a chore.
There are days when what you wrote doesn't fit...like today!
There are days when I gleefully delete yesterday.
I've been enjoying it...you have a styl;e that appeals...I thank you. And while I'm at it...ant critic who can't read typo isn't much on imagination.
I am aware that not all my readers read my blog...but I must confess.
The cabin is in Wyoming...my daughter lives in Kentucky...but...this is MY universe...so, they live "Just across the way a piece and on the next rise...you can see their smoke. So...where I write about doesn't exist. They might be real places...in your life...they're all part of my imagination. The rifle is in the closet.
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