gentle breeze
i hear your song
yes! i'll come out to play
memories we'll make
rising and falling
on this lovely january day.
january day
gentle breeze
i hear your song
yes! i'll come out to play
memories we'll make
rising and falling
on this lovely january day.
Thoughts Of An E'ville Woman 
There’s something special about white snow and blue skies. Wonderful poem!
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Our woods are a pretty place to explore no matter the weather. On this particular walk, the striking blue sky and stark white snowscape needed documenting. Thank you, Dan, for reading me.
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