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Due to the permanent malfunctioning of my camera, the stream of pictures will now cease. Perhaps from the deep and dark back archives of a heavily taxed hard drive a few may surface during some melodramatic, nostalgic stint.

I always think of the only Hayden Carruth poem I know when I look out my window and see the Vermont landscape, which barely ( Read more... )

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