The new year sun breathed hot on the snowy hillside above the Winooski
forcing a melt. And as the water I am, I sought my level
to find the bell had “told” … this vessel to move
and frogma announced this one seeks a new master. It’s a steal.
It seems like yesterday Rosemary Ruth splashed back in, and …
it feels like I’ve been gone for ages. Call me Rip v Winkle.
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