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Yesterday was blustery, but I don't mind. Blustery days always remind me of fall -- regardless of when they occur. I like the way the wind worries the eves. It sounds as though the house is breathing.
It's interesting times all around: Our dog hates storms and acts as our early warning system. Long before the satellite signal deconstructs into pixelated op art, he tries his best to hide
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