Formal Attire It was like they just got married, the sunset and the orange snow fence stretched across the tree row. The smoke from farmers burning c.r.p. hung in the valley between them, blue bleary sky, but could not choke their desire. They reached for each other across the mid-april plains. Having fulfilled his winter-bound duty the fence looked like pumpkin patches despite the early spring and haze the high pressure made. Having exhausted her daylight camber the candled orb lay down casting confetti across the bedpost's horizon. And no one knew they had loved all winter, waiting only spring's first formal attire. Mark Phillips -- ╭─────────────────────────╮ │"To spell out the obvious is often to call it in │ │question." -- Eric Hoffer │ ╰────────────◇ http://distract.org/ ◇╯ --

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