![]() | New cut-through! Roadkill explores a cul-de-sac and finds a gate in the wooden fence between neighborhoods. Birds chirp at the sunrise as a large gray fox glides across the street. The old knee aches less on climbs than during descents. Bearded irises bring to mind the poem "My Mother's Pansies" by Sharon Olds. |
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