Today, oddly, as it clouded up, Mt. Baker began to slowly appear in the distance, a white ghost barely visible against a backdrop of white clouds. It's like the memory of a mountain, the imprint left on your lids when you close your eyes, shining softly on the horizon.
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- The Unapologetic Mexican
- Staring At Empty Pages
- My Menopause Blog
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- nudle
- Scott Feldstein
- The Reclusive Leftist
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- Lost in the Cheese Aisle
- Spanglemonkey
- Not Calm (dot com)
- I Blame The Patriarchy
- Fussy
- Laid-Off Dad
- The Sheila Variations
- Innocent Bystander
- Music and Cats
- Time Goes By
- Verbatim
- Texas Trifles
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19 July 2006
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Caterpillar sheds his skin to find the butterfly within.
First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is.
-- Donovan
Posted by: Barry | 19 July 2006 at 07:45 PM