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Snow morning session

snow_morning copyChip, scrape, chip, chip scrape.

Morning.
The early winter sky a brilliant blue.
Sun reflects shimmery on white, blinding me.

Chip, scrape, chip, chip scrape.

It was a little thing.
And then the next to follow the first. Both little.
One cover-up leading, as it will, to another.

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