March 11th 2016

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under
····the cold moonlight—the steaming
········sugarhouse
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The smell of boiling sap is in the air; and the clarity of the night sky is breathtaking. Strange that under the light of a million suns, there’s only the smell of boiling sap and the quiet crackling of the fire.
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126 March 11th 2016 | bottlecap

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