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Sights of Sunday

Sights of Sunday

This morning the mist was right up against the bedroom window when it was time to get up and head out for the morning chores. ¬†Everything was cloaked, hidden in the glow of the early sunshine that had not yet burned off the moisture made heavy by the cool temperatures last night. As the sun crested the trees the mist lit up, magnifying each droplet into a glowing lamp of golden light. The chickens seemed unaware of the firey display…

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