I am drawn to the fluid sculptures of man and nature scattered throughout the village. Intense colors catch my eye; a cluster of daisies, swollen hyacinth blossoms, steel beams being lifted by a crane, a stump speckled with bore holes. On the way to South Dayton for dinner with friends at the Mustard Seed, thick fog rolled through the valley on this unseasonably warm evening.
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