the sometimes coherent ramblings of a metalsmith
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
day 57: it was a hang out in front of the fire kind of night. here, the dying embers.
day 58: the pink mountains had already disappeared by the time i got to the hill, but the full moon dipping below the chinook arch was still pretty cool.
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