Every time I look west it's Court House. Often I'll see figures in orange jumpsuits--no one I know, so far.
If I light a stick of incense (Sage) on the sill, smoke settles in or out, my breath with it. My sister, visiting from Kelowna, notes the wind, but that was yesterday.
Saturday 15 September 2012
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