Thin sheets of blue smoke among white slabs... near the shingle mill... winter morning.
Falling of a dry leaf might be heard... circular steel tears through a log.
Slope of woodland... brown... soft... tinge of blue such as pansy eyes.
Farther, field fires... funnel of yellow smoke... spellings of other yellow in corn stubble.
Bobsled on a down-hill road... February snow mud... horses steaming... Oscar the driver sings ragtime under a spot of red seen a mile... the red wool yarn of Oscar’s stocking cap is seen from the shingle mill to the ridge of hemlock and cedar.
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