I awoke at five-­fifteen the next morning, jolted by the thought that someone had broken in with a chainsaw. Of course, it was just the snowmobile traffic outside my door. It kept coming intermittently, but somehow I fell back to sleep. By the time I stirred, ate breakfast, and wandered down the street for some fact-­gathering, I’d been overtaken by events... (continue reading ;)

photo from this afternoon.  

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