Good Days, Sunshine
July 13th 2008 Rains fell on dry lands. Three days of clouds, wind and accompanying cold kept work to a minimum. It first arrived as a fine mist, turning the invisible into the visible; the gossamer threads of geometric designs, the fine clear beads of moisture, the frogs lavishing amongst fresh pools, and the canopies’ quiet with their absent butterflies. It was beautiful as the bush became still and
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