1.09.2017

Bare branches...



On the third day of the new year, we braved the icy wind and took a walk on an abandoned road that snakes along the Green River. The wind rustled through the dead grass and the bare branches, and our feet were silent on the old blacktop. When we turned around and headed back toward the truck I spotted the new moon, framed in the branches of a winter maple.

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