Winter is a time of promise,,,

 

My girl Klara


"Out of the bosom of the Air, 
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, 
Over the woodlands brown and bare, 
Over the harvest-fields forsaken, 
Silent, and soft, and slow 
Descends the snow."
-  Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Snowflakes 


















































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