>>1441569Can't help it. I love my commas.
>oftentimes during the minnesota winter, the world would be covered in a sepia filter>the clouds obscured all light>the light that did come down was reflected off the white snow>the day was made light gray>the black trees would rise from the ground in fading black or brown>on these days, the only flash of color that could be seen was the green lettuce and red tomatos in the compost>it was and is, to this day, the most beautiful thing in ive ever seen>dad loved teaching me things>but he had rules>one rule, in fact>he never taught me how to hunt or trap>there were times when i asked him to>he said no>he said he didn't want to see the critters hurt>i didn't get it>but i sort of do nowCont.
