Or, as I persist in asking, what does your false god have to say for itself this morning?
Whatever it is, the odds are good these hills and mountains will baffle the best oracles.
I leave room in this post for a view from our terrace without a hint of afternoon showers.
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- Today, at 16:05, long past due . . .
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- It all depends on which way the wind blows.
Evening arrives without a forecasted storm ever coming in sight:
