"Fiction is the purest art. Commercial fiction is the butter, the darkest chocolate, and the finest malt. That's why we are so addicted to it."--Angie Brooksby-Arcangioli
In the merry, merry month of May.
I remember that day living up in Seattle...but fortunately the winds were blowing East and it was the folks on the other side of the mountains that had the ash blizzards.
I was in school in central California, two states away and every car had a powdery fine layer of ash months after. On the flip side, my geology teacher was beside himself. It was the biggest nerd-gasm of his career. Terri
People died.Sorry, I just can't get past that.
Beautiful picture... serene. Thanks for all you do here.
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