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Mayo : Mayo August 13 : Blanche Mist

Saturday, I awoke at the crack of Dawn only to find Heather up as well. We drained the first pot of coffee while awaiting the others. The sun rose above the trees and the mist began to rise on the Blanche River. Hummingbirds arrived only to be disappointed that Don had not re-filled their feeder. They complained bitterly.

Julia: on 2013-08-27 14:58:10

What an idyll.

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