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| Photo by me, January 2025. |
Just after six in the morning last
Friday, the snow poured and kept at it for hours. It was a beautiful
snow, wet and heavy coating the landscape in thick white frosting.
When the snow tapered off as a period of freezing rain, there was four
inches.
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| Photo by me, January 2025. |
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| Photo by me, January 2025. |
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| Photo by me, January 2025. |
It was the most snow we have had in a
few years and the greatest storm of the two we have had at this house
since purchasing it. The snow lingered on the ground until Monday and
by that time I was ready for it to be gone. Snow excites me less the older I get as if my lifelong romance with it has melted. I hope this is the only significant snow this winter.
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| Photo by me, January 2025. |
Living on a winding road on a hill above a river there was no possibility of getting out on Friday. By Saturday a plow cleared the road and it was safe to get out the during the day before the refreeze of the slush by nightfall. In Monroe, Georgia, where there was less snow than where I live, I found a snowman outside a church.
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This month I began writing the first draft of my fourth novel. It is a story independent of my four previous books, meaning it has nothing to do with my life, though of course it draws from my experiences. The folder on my desktop where I store my writing is labeled The Reunion Project, so I will call it that until enough of the story is written and the real title comes to me. As much as I would like to write a novel about Atlanta punks in the 80s, this book is set in the present day. The present is too interesting to neglect. At this stage, I have no idea of how long it will take me to write this novel.
Information Society, Walking Away (late 1988)
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