7/2/26 5:30 52F (11C) No wind. The sky is filled with mares tails.
In the distance a lone sprayer drones.
Now another one, closer this time, joins in an orchard sprayer duet.
Birds sing, unbothered by the whine.
Walter barks a bit, then lies down.
The clouds thin and dissipate, only to coalesce and thin once more in a lacey dance of the veils in the sky.
Good morning.











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