Mt Rainier in Late August; the meadows are in bloom
The mountain
a river flows through it..one at least
Not so Meaningless Meanderings Milling; Mornings, Marches, Maydays, Middays, Midnights, Midsummer Nights. The Bitter & Sweet Musings of a Sentimental Woman On Life; Love, Art, and Whatever is Milling Around. And ALL...That, is Holy!
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