Hats off to Sarah
and Michael, or
better
yet keep 'em on, it's
a cold one in Seattle,
low 20s and more than a
dusting
of snow--enough
to
cancel
Sunday jam. Instead we
shuffled to the cemetery,
alas locked
to keep Christmas ghosts
in place.
I wore my fancy camera around my
neck, slipped and fell in such a way
that as I flailed it swung one way, then the
other, flying up over my head into a drift,
strap and all. Brushed it off, still worked
fine.
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