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| Last night we listened to bits and pieces of Bellingham blow away beneath us; early for the Winds which usually arrive in November. We didn't mind. Rain pelted the windows, wind drowned out all sounds of the city, and Nature tucked us in bed reminding us that She will return...and before we can shake a lamb's tail the mountains will be capped with fresh powder. Yes, exactly the content of guinea pig dreams: fresh pow. Off to watch "Shrek" now and have our cages cleaned with snuggles and cuddles. And still the wind blows. |
