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Riding by the old cemetery, I stop to look.  I love the quiet.  Stillness is broken by a rumble of thunder, wind stirs the branches.  A drop of rain.

Then, deluge.

Sometimes you just get caught in it.  And despite the soaking, it is all ok.

Posted by savaconta on April 3, 2012
3 Comments
  1. 04/3/2012
    melissakoski

    I love your blog and love seeing your bike in your photos.

  2. 04/3/2012

    Amazing what form beauty takes sometimes!

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