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sunday || week 49

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day 339
i woke to a light dusting of snow, which was gone
by the time he and the dog got up. . . 
it put me in the mood for more however and so we drove  
up towards the mountains and found some. 

today i noticed ::
the snow and the sky; the sky was a party all of its own today, a large heard of elk, which we watched for a good long time, dogs for Basil to play with at the base of a beautiful, snow-covered mountain, muddy dog prints in my clean car, hail, the smell of pumpkin bread baking and a waterfall, worthy of a small little hike in the cold.