Storm damage . At a small pond, encircled by storm worn willow trees, three geese, a couple of ducks prance about through the brown autumn leaves seemingly indifferent to the infraction in the order man seems to seek. . Today is a cold day, small clouds of vapor eminate from my mouth with every breath I exhale, a good day to be alive. . Very few dry, brittle leaves remain on the surviving branches of the now naked woods. Saw dust and small stubs where branches once grew - the last remainders of such a violent storm - indicate life goes on, repairs are underway. . Shall we then? . MdG, 20-11-2002
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