Photos by Elizabeth Maroon
Your weather changes, like a girl, changes clothes.
That low, from last night, ’snow a high, I would know.
Today’s winds and those clouds, turn to sun, Saturday.
With a high, of sixty on sunday…
It’s cold then its hot, it rains and chance snow, there’s clouds and there’s not, there’s sun peeking through.
North winds for to-day, west winds to-morrow.
A high to the east, and a low to the west….
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