Up here in the mountains it rains too often. Winter is still pricking it's fingers in at night and kissing the grass with frost instead of dew at dawn. I have yet to put away my winter coats. But today was sunny, bright, vibrant and warm. A rare miracle for this old town.
It's the perfect weather for bon fires and beers!
Oh wait...
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To name is to call into existence - to call out of nothingness. - Georges Gusdorff
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