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Minor thoughts

As one who has an aversion to anonymous blogs (if you think it and want to say it, then do -- and tell us who you are), I find this blog page a bit intimidating. But my name is here, so, first blog:

It's January cold, gray with only an occasional shimmer of blue sliding out, tree branches black against the toneless sky. A deer ambled out of the woods two days ago and scuffled up the snow under the Jonagold tree to get some apples. Fall's billions of acorns are well buried now. When an unseen smell or an unheard sound spooked her, she and the deer who was waiting in the woods flew away in elegant Prancer Dancer style, seeming to rarely hit the ground as they went across the field and then out of sight.
That's it. End of blog.
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