December 26. Sunrise shortly after the solstice.
Still picking up trash when I walk. If anything is going to make it from Michigan to the ocean, it's styrofoam. I picked up more pieces of styrofoam on Dec. 26 than ever before, I think. It seems like something large, made of styrofoam, had been hit by a car (??) and made into MANY smaller bits.
Sigh. And ARGH.
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