They’ve brined the streets, Dusted the face of the asphalt with white. The frozen wind is whipping, tree canopies tipping, White brick houses standing steady and ready for snow. They’ve brined the streets, Pale blue crystals winking at the sun. The dogs are all indoors, sleeping on the floors, Paws down in the sun, dreaming … Continue reading Brined Streets
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