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····before sunset—the wind and the spider letting
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I drove with my daughter up to Montpelier today. But for some swaths of late-leafing aspen, the Green Mountains are finally green. The highway’s medians are never as beautiful as they are now, before their first mowing, the feathery grasses interspersed with Lupine, daisies, asters, and dotted with yellow and red devil’s paint brushes. June, so far, has been a beautiful month.
I drove with my daughter up to Montpelier today. But for some swaths of late-leafing aspen, the Green Mountains are finally green. The highway’s medians are never as beautiful as they are now, before their first mowing, the feathery grasses interspersed with Lupine, daisies, asters, and dotted with yellow and red devil’s paint brushes. June, so far, has been a beautiful month.
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173 June 22nd 2017 | bottlecap
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