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an ode to frost

The first morning was misty. I took my compact camera, it was pretty.



On the second morning I was in a rush, but when I got to the woods there were beautiful pockets of frost. I used my phone camera.



By the third morning I was prepared...










And then my feet were cold so I went home.


On the fourth morning, it rained...


J x

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