"The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze, making everything quieter as it fell, so that winter seemed to partake of religion in a way no other season did... hushed, solemn."
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You don't Gnome me at all.
Pook Monster, Inc.
Misc. Musings & Moments of family life, creative projects...and other grand stuff.
If you are a dreamer, come in, if you are a dreamer, A wisher, A liar, A hope-er, A pray-er, A magic bean buyer...If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire for we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come In! Come In! (Shel Silverstein)
Whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable - if anything is excellent or praiseworthy - think about such things -Philippians 4:8
You don't Gnome me at all.
1 comment:
perfect winter picture story,
snow,
snow,
snow,
HOT CHOCOLATE! Mmmmmmmm.
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