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Project 366...
A story...
My name is Tatiana, and I live on the north slope of a very large, rough mountain. It's green - very green - right now, but soon a blanket of white will cover the ground. Then I will not be able to go out. I will be housebound again and this time alone. I have stacked firewood and stored mushrooms and nuts for the coming winter. I will be safe.

The explosion is still a vivid memory. Every hut except mine was blown off the mountain. Great plants splintered and fell willy-nilly around the countryside missing my house by mere inches. Slabs of wood and even parts of my neighbors' roofs still dot the pasture downhill. I will leave them as a reminder.
My beloved Andrei died in that pasture, but I choose to remember his fine smile and tender ways, not his gruesome death. His teachings about living off the land will come in handy this winter. I will survive in honor of him. But first I must purchase some sheepskin. It's cold in here.

Tatiana's hut is my photo of the day...'Precipice'...
My name is Tatiana, and I live on the north slope of a very large, rough mountain. It's green - very green - right now, but soon a blanket of white will cover the ground. Then I will not be able to go out. I will be housebound again and this time alone. I have stacked firewood and stored mushrooms and nuts for the coming winter. I will be safe.

The explosion is still a vivid memory. Every hut except mine was blown off the mountain. Great plants splintered and fell willy-nilly around the countryside missing my house by mere inches. Slabs of wood and even parts of my neighbors' roofs still dot the pasture downhill. I will leave them as a reminder.
My beloved Andrei died in that pasture, but I choose to remember his fine smile and tender ways, not his gruesome death. His teachings about living off the land will come in handy this winter. I will survive in honor of him. But first I must purchase some sheepskin. It's cold in here.

Tatiana's hut is my photo of the day...'Precipice'...