There is no breeze in the trees. The flags do not stir. It is a quiet morning. Still and early. The sun is low. The sky is grey and it is cold and we wait for what will unfold.Tuesday, December 13, 2005
There is no breeze in the trees. The flags do not stir. It is a quiet morning. Still and early. The sun is low. The sky is grey and it is cold and we wait for what will unfold.



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