You might not be able to see the falling flakes. I’d rather not! This time of year it’s insult to injury, albeit normal. Riding the seasonal wave, looking forward to greens and browns. The grome provides reprieve, but I’m working in the house and cursing that degree or whatever off on the saw.
Some struggle invoked between square and what’s cut. It doesn’t have to be perfect, but little glaring aberrations from square are gnawing at me. The grey snow showers outside shorten my fuse…
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