Piggy’s winter perchIt was one of the last true snowfalls of winter. The snow danced, the wind sang, the trees quivered and snuggled into their fresh white blanket. Robert Frost and Walt Whitman waxed and waned on the excellence of Minnesota winters. Piggy perched in quiet solitude…gently framed in thoughts of spring…and Piggy frolicking…

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