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#347 [Raggmopp in Winter] Louis used to say: |
#346 [Everything but] Home may be the hearth |
#345 [Leviathan Rising] Up out of the deep |
#344 [Rolling With It] Heavy fall of snow
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[Seasonal Display] All along Maine Street |
#342 [Nobody Hurt] Morning distractions |
#341 [Night Noises] Skim ice is making |
#340 [Inner Light] On the darkest days |
[White Stuff] Light dusting of snow |
[The Gift] An inspiration |
#337 [Uta] The rawness chills us |
[Wet Coat] The old dog stumbles |
#335 [Naked Oak] Raw winds have skattered |
#334 [Negative Space] Bits we cut away |
#333 [Stillness] Pools of quietude |
#332 [Blinn Hill] Low angled sunlight |
#330 [Pocket Fish] Even the small things |
#331 [Descent] Twisting its way down |
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