dogtraxIt's 50 degrees in January, and the land here thinks the thaw has come. It doesn't know such foolery of the world yet. The snow melt reveals graveyards of forgotten bones. Broken sticks. Lost toys. Garden tools. Flower pots. All things lost beneath early snow now become visible, first as mere shapes under white ice and snow, and then revealed slowly in the strange January sun as the objects they are. Don't be fooled. Winter remains. Another blanket is still yet sure to drop. #smallstories
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