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| Rimed rose hips. |
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| Even our dream is rimed. |
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| Rime on a spider's web. |
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| Rime on the clothesline & a forgotten clothes pin. |
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| Rime on the goose. |
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| Rime on the bushes. |
The weekend of 12/9 & 12/10. Our morning temps were 16 and our highs for the day were 22. Always in the fog or low clouds. Our landscape is like a scene from Dr. Zhivago.
Thought for the day: To be continually happy, you've got to know when to be blind, when to be deaf, and when to be dumb.
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