Honest to goodness laughter punctuated
the snowy night air, easily drowning out
the steady hum of the gasoline generator
that powered the incandescent necklace
arched over the frozen pond, illuminating
the slick surface where skaters frolicked.
Bruce Stambaugh
Jan. 7, 2011
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Author: Bruce Stambaugh
Writer, marketer, columnist, author, photographer, birder, walker, hiker, husband, father, grandfather, brother, son, township trustee, converted Anabaptist, community activist, my life is crammed with all things people and nature and wonder. My late father gave me this penchant for giving and getting the most out of life, my late mother the courtesy, kindness, and creativity to see the joy in life. They both taught me to cherish the people I am with. I try and fail and try again.
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