This morn's sunrise hunt include the blessing of the resident San Gabriel River fog creeping on soft feet with obvious mischief.
The wisps of cottony moisture presented life-like (if not "ghost-like) forms that drifted as if by whim.
Nature, an obvious part of the spoof, rejoiced as trees and animals alike "peek-a-booed" to greet the dawn.
Inevitably, orange fire entered "stage" east, and the spirits cavorted to an unknown lair to await the next adventure.
The ranch hand failed in the noble quest of venison acquisition, but was rewarded nonetheless by the glory of our Savior's magnificent creations.
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