The freshly oiled chain meant that the only sound I could hear was the gentle whirring of wheels on pavement. There’s something about these extra cold mornings that make everything seem quieter, hushed. A happenstance glance to the left revealed a sunrise like nailpolish spilled across the sky. Tequilla Sunrise…
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December 23, 2008 at 10:12 am
deb, thanks for sharing this — beautiful!
December 25, 2008 at 7:40 am
thanks heather!