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Bouncing, sliding on rutted, pot-holed ice; spitting gravel. [Calgary, March 1st] |
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Pink clouds, blue sky; lights twinkle on the hill. [Calgary, March 2nd] |
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A descending peal... arms and ropes rise, then ring again. [Calgary, March 3rd] |
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Chattering sparrows, distant hum of traffic... and a train whistle. [Calgary, March 4th] |
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A single honk, up through the trees... yes, a goose. [Calgary, March 5th] |
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Brown slush, a pool of dirty water ... to leap. [Calgary, March 6th] |
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Speeding to work; quiet snowy street pale lamplight. [Calgary, March 7th] |
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Marked with ash; dust floats down over my face. [Calgary, March 8th] |
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Office towers misty in the blue dawn: still dark. [Calgary, March 9th] |
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Halted, staring, two painted pigeons: darkened sky. [Calgary, March 10th] |
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Frosted trees, mist fades the street, the sky... grey. [Calgary, March 11th] |
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Glistening path, snowy trees drip... sun's warmth. [Calgary, March 12th] |
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New snowfall so quiet, so clean fading footsteps. [Calgary, March 13th] |
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Steam rises hot black steel, sizzling onions. [Calgary, March 14th] |
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Muddy slush churned ruts, pooled water dirty spray. [Calgary, March 15th] |
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Her black hair, her lively gestures, her open smile. [Calgary, March 16th] |
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Dark woods, dead leaves and snow-- impassable. [Calgary, March 17th] |
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Big houses stacked row on row-- sky grey. [Calgary, March 18th] |
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Ten thousand lights define the valley's course, twinkling stars. [Calgary, March 19th] |
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Rosy sky glow meadow and tall spruce, lone runner. [Calgary, March 20th] |
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The crane swings towering above; behind, another... younger. [Calgary, March 21st] |
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A white rabbit pauses on the snowy lawn-- where's Alice? [Calgary, March 22nd] |
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Soaking feet, inch-deep slush... snow still falling. [Calgary, March 23rd] |
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Trees bare grass dusty brown pockets of snow. [Calgary, March 24th] |
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Swirling skirts pose of graceful arms bells ajingle. [Calgary, March 25th] |
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Quiet flute drums in soothing rhythm, evening garden. [Calgary, March 26th] |
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Quietly, down the tired man lies and then... is gone. [Calgary, March 27th] |
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Pale dawn, crisp quarter moon between the trees. [Calgary, March 28th] |
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High in the tree a hidden robin sings... snow's melting. [Calgary, March 29th] |
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Distant roar aspens: low, tangled, brown airplane rises. [Montreal, March 30th] |
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Rose sunset reflects from the lake far below. [Montreal, March 31st] |
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