"Life shrinks or expands in proportionto one's courage."
~ Anais Nin
Another cloudless morning and the ridge glows again in orange and pink...Count eight jet vapor trails cutting through the perfect sky. People sleep, people travel...
Two small deer run through the brush of my back yard. The gnarling branches hide them, protect them. Odd how running through thorns protect... Wish I could identify the singing birds. The sound echos through the cove...Now comes the daunting task of choosing just one photograph.
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