the colours, the texture, even the taste of the air was so very different. so, please forgive me but i thought on the word "scud", you know, when the summer clouds scud 'cuz there's something coming in . . . it's right there my friends .... just down the line . . . for now, i'm grateful for the late january subtleties of early morning colours and the sweet good softness of the everflowing river . . .
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