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2013 2013 2013 <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DV1EDEdUuwA/Uh8g8VodSfI/AAAAAAAAEdI/5yL_xmdXSug/s1600/100_5303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DV1EDEdUuwA/Uh8g8VodSfI/AAAAAAAAEdI/5yL_xmdXSug/s400/100_5303.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Without my usual cup of coffee I stumble onto my bike, and forge through the fog. Thick, warm New England moisture paints surreal pastures. Crickets scream. Tree frogs whistle. I begin to imagine I could be anywhere...&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pedaling beside Cape Cod's tall grasses. Gulls screech. Atlantic fog wraps me in a saltwater breeze.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qHrMH4pVZw/Uh8g7ovFU5I/AAAAAAAAEc8/Gbs_s0p2TVA/s1600/100_5298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qHrMH4pVZw/Uh8g7ovFU5I/AAAAAAAAEc8/Gbs_s0p2TVA/s400/100_5298.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Or, somewhere in the heartland. Flat. Hay bales stretching into infinity. Cornfields. Whining cicadas.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcRPJBnYZ9o/Uh8g7bNBy0I/AAAAAAAAEcs/qXcv4ASsb60/s1600/100_5292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcRPJBnYZ9o/Uh8g7bNBy0I/AAAAAAAAEcs/qXcv4ASsb60/s400/100_5292.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Some scenes are ubiquitous. It could be Northeast dairy land, or perhaps a Northwest valley, Southern drenched lowland.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rG8knTxFRNI/Uh8g8SfgLGI/AAAAAAAAEdM/RbRGuaP61uk/s1600/100_5301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rG8knTxFRNI/Uh8g8SfgLGI/AAAAAAAAEdM/RbRGuaP61uk/s400/100_5301.JPG" width="333" /></a></div>But the sugar house reveals that this is definitely Vermont. Land of golden maples that ooze sweet sap.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VE82iI1W1Pc/Uh8g75fNIXI/AAAAAAAAEdA/F17tW7Gm8YA/s1600/100_5299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VE82iI1W1Pc/Uh8g75fNIXI/AAAAAAAAEdA/F17tW7Gm8YA/s400/100_5299.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Red barns appear. Another fortuitous sign.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kb0iQaJ3oU/Uh8g8tkb2YI/AAAAAAAAEdg/wMNXktb9XsE/s1600/100_5304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kb0iQaJ3oU/Uh8g8tkb2YI/AAAAAAAAEdg/wMNXktb9XsE/s400/100_5304.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The fog begins to lift as I enter the long driveway, flanked in more maples. I'm ready for that cup of strong, black tea.<br> 2013 2013 2013 <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DV1EDEdUuwA/Uh8g8VodSfI/AAAAAAAAEdI/5yL_xmdXSug/s1600/100_5303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DV1EDEdUuwA/Uh8g8VodSfI/AAAAAAAAEdI/5yL_xmdXSug/s400/100_5303.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Without my usual cup of coffee I stumble onto my bike, and forge through the fog. Thick, warm New England moisture paints surreal pastures. Crickets scream. Tree frogs whistle. I begin to imagine I could be anywhere...&nbsp;</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pedaling beside Cape Cod's tall grasses. Gulls screech. Atlantic fog wraps me in a saltwater breeze.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qHrMH4pVZw/Uh8g7ovFU5I/AAAAAAAAEc8/Gbs_s0p2TVA/s1600/100_5298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_qHrMH4pVZw/Uh8g7ovFU5I/AAAAAAAAEc8/Gbs_s0p2TVA/s400/100_5298.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Or, somewhere in the heartland. Flat. Hay bales stretching into infinity. Cornfields. Whining cicadas.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcRPJBnYZ9o/Uh8g7bNBy0I/AAAAAAAAEcs/qXcv4ASsb60/s1600/100_5292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kcRPJBnYZ9o/Uh8g7bNBy0I/AAAAAAAAEcs/qXcv4ASsb60/s400/100_5292.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Some scenes are ubiquitous. It could be Northeast dairy land, or perhaps a Northwest valley, Southern drenched lowland.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rG8knTxFRNI/Uh8g8SfgLGI/AAAAAAAAEdM/RbRGuaP61uk/s1600/100_5301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rG8knTxFRNI/Uh8g8SfgLGI/AAAAAAAAEdM/RbRGuaP61uk/s400/100_5301.JPG" width="333" /></a></div>But the sugar house reveals that this is definitely Vermont. Land of golden maples that ooze sweet sap.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VE82iI1W1Pc/Uh8g75fNIXI/AAAAAAAAEdA/F17tW7Gm8YA/s1600/100_5299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VE82iI1W1Pc/Uh8g75fNIXI/AAAAAAAAEdA/F17tW7Gm8YA/s400/100_5299.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>Red barns appear. Another fortuitous sign.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kb0iQaJ3oU/Uh8g8tkb2YI/AAAAAAAAEdg/wMNXktb9XsE/s1600/100_5304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8kb0iQaJ3oU/Uh8g8tkb2YI/AAAAAAAAEdg/wMNXktb9XsE/s400/100_5304.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>The fog begins to lift as I enter the long driveway, flanked in more maples. I'm ready for that cup of strong, black tea.<br>2013 2013 2013 <br> <a href="http://www.matrixar.com/" title="Matrix ">المصفوفة : أجمل الخلفيات والصور</a>

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