Gray Sky On Rye

Gray sky on rye bread Seasoned to taste, rain or snow ~ Bites when the wind blows

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Jenish Somadas

Date: 1/25/2020 5:43:00 AM

Fantastic imagery..Great entry in the contest..Good luck Gershon..

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/25/2020 10:44:00 PM

Well, gray isn't the most scintillating color, but thanks for the compliment! Best always, Gershon

Line Gauthier

Date: 1/22/2020 8:48:00 PM

Sounds like prison food! You get the point across, Gershon.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/22/2020 9:49:00 PM

Now you've got me worried, Line. How would you know what prison food tastes like? (Me, I worked in a prison 44 years ago… Really!). Cheers, Gershon

M. L. Kiser

Date: 1/22/2020 4:49:00 PM

Oh yes it does; well penned.

Gershon Wolf
Date: 1/22/2020 7:18:00 PM

'Just a bite' is certainly not what I am talking about! :) gw