Down by the farmers fields, the wind tossed the trees about
far overhead, while the melting dirt road and emerging puddles shimmered with
small rippled whitecaps across such small waters.
So we slipped and slid, and then stood stock still, watching the beautiful golden-bellied geese fly slowly overhead, as the late February day got underway.
So we slipped and slid, and then stood stock still, watching the beautiful golden-bellied geese fly slowly overhead, as the late February day got underway.
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