Sunday, 29 March 2015

The Snow Fell In Great, Shaking Drifts...

The snow fell in great, shaking drifts. Every bare branch and seam of broken bark was waylaid with a caking of frozen snow. All held still in the snowlight, the world whitened and fell into a new kind of silence. Every creature stayed home, curled into nest and burrow, awaiting the glow of the spring sun.

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