Vashon Morning: Early Hours and Warm Regards {13}

It’s o’dark-thirty here at home, and the world around me is just beginning to wake up.  On my rural road no street lights shine, no porch lights peer from across the field.  Even the easterly glow of Seattle from across the Sound is cloaked by the heavy rains and low cloud ceiling. Tree trunks and […]

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