four degrees of winter.

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eight inches of snow-on-snow, four winter degrees of fahrenheit.

i knew i would find my way outdoors at some point. 

waiting for the temps to rise was pointless, with the highest quickly dropping

once the sun bowed to our mountain range. 

the mission this day was to hang a new strand of tiny paper prayer flags, 

to say a prayer for a friend as i hung the flags in the tree. 

back indoors, hot tea and mohair mitts. 

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life is pretty doggone good, you know? 

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