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Don’t watch. Wait, no, I know you have to count
the minutes so you know how long it lasts,
this seizure with its dynamite that blasts
my brain to temporary shreds. With gaunt

eyes, lost in fog now, I depend on you.
You may not know just what to do, but still,
I beg: Don’t let it drive my avenue.
Please, help to quiet down its voice so shrill.



We made a dash to get away

We loaded the dredge as well as our dog

We  also added food to have during our stay

I must say we spent many hours in a fog


He went for color in his pan

I went for photos full of color

Not much went as planned

OH but I did see COLOR


You can not imagine what the mountains looked like

It was hard for it to be caught on film

Between the fog and heavy rains I took no hike

I will try to share some even though the light was slim



Fall in NH




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