LET'S HEAR IT FOR KITIMAT!
Woke to snow and being easily gladdened began to smile. Too late in the year to hope for a blizzard that might permanently bury the city but a fresh start nonetheless.
Later, in the afternoon reading Wallace Stevens came bright fishes - on the second page a few lines making sense before nodding off:
![Neon Tetras out of focus. Neon Tetras out of focus.](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik5SQ1sKAifZekfzDWN7fmhK9Am2zGApQ8xFiryeypPZeuriF25GtCuS3LtuRP7Q6oxABqQZ3K5avRifx25nQSR1SK9rjEhXAx35UMx5C8TSCvaV2CeEPNu6rb5p-7HBsuMtXEWEK3wE0/s1600/Fishtank+tiny+tuna.jpg)
Small fishes gleam,
Blood-red and hue
Of shadowy blue,
... The snow was mostly gone by then. |
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