A murmur rolls across the lake from the west. What’s that? A plane, a train on the trestle far away, thunder? You pause, listen a while, go back to what you were doing. Murmurs turn to sporadic mutters…. Read More
Posted on August 14, 2012 by Joan Leacott
Cottage Country Musings
Joan Leacott, stormy weather
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