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Sleeping on the Dance Floor . . .

Who Has the Next Dance?

The fog has been drifting through the trees all day long.  An occasional shower followed shortly by a torrential downpour made the day a bust for extended outdoor activities.  It is really not much different then yesterday.


About noon today the downpour changed to a shower.  Shortly the shower subsided.  A flock of cockatoos flew over overhead.  I’ve learned they often fly around and call when the weather is going to break.  The newly formed stream flowing next to the picnic shelter was shrinking. 


It was time to see where I was.  .  .

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