January 8, 2010
Last summer's bracken fronds hang, faded in grey light.
The air is wet; it beads in my hair, drips along my nose, brings me the fragrance of soil, of rotten leaves, of flocks of winter ducks resting in the bay.
The air is wet; it beads in my hair, drips along my nose, brings me the fragrance of soil, of rotten leaves, of flocks of winter ducks resting in the bay.
Photo copyright 2010, C. M. Alexander
posted by C. M. Alexander at 7:26 PM
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