ELEVEN A. M.,
September the twenty-fifth —
Rain hits Sonoma.
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Author: Neal Ross Attinson
Neal Ross Attinson is one of those text-compulsives who feels naked without a keyboard, or at least a a pad and pen. He is unafraid of adverbs, loves astronomy and gastronomy with equally unabashed passion, and lives with/in an eclectic library in Sonoma, California. View all posts by Neal Ross Attinson
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