TURKEYS ON THE SUNLOUNGER: the America I didn't expect.....
A Londoner's musings from rural Western New York - and sometimes elsewhere
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Friday, May 31, 2013
Foggy Morning Views
The mist rises over the lake at the top of our lane..
And the valley at the bottom...
Like thick cotton wool...
Or candy floss (cotton candy, the Americans call it, to make sure you don't use it to clean your teeth).
And as the sun starts to shine through...
Walking up the line is a little like entering a tunnel to Heaven.
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