As if every finger alive under the fire of cold snow, the tree blazes with white.
It stands in stark contrast to the scene in my mind from the summer when all this was green and the water blue.
From the ground up, the relentless snow smothers the scenery.
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ahh / yes
that's my snowy wynter home
jenn's/writing
brooksys/photoing
the crow's/cawing
i'm/remembering
ahhhhh...
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