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  • We got an F–load of snow last night.

    The preceding sentence is a proper example of how my son River uses the F bomb.

    Winter wonderland has more meaning now,

    now that Fuckface Von Clownstick is boss.
  • Two days before Christmas the ill spirits of Winter's cold

    took possession of everyone in the household but me.

    I attribute my resiliency to twilight meditations.

    Colds be damned.

    Santa stopped by Christmas eve but cookies and milk there were none,

    so we enjoyed a Christmas brew together and I stuffed the kids stockings.

    Christmas for the Davis–Bailey clan is tomorrow but no presents this year.

    The big gift comes in January with a trip to Napa Valley and other points of interest in CA.
  • Have you noticed the unexpected difference?

    The unexpected smile?

    The charity of good will between strangers?

    I have.

    Could it be that ripping the veil away

    has been beneficial?

    Jeff Bailey © 2016
    Photos by Jeff Bailey
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