Wet snow coats twig, branch and bud. Against the still black street the waning season limns its last words in bold calligraphy.
Charming piece. I always feel sad when the last snowflake falls. Regards, Sandra Fowler
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3/29/2024 7:50:37 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Charming piece. I always feel sad when the last snowflake falls. Regards, Sandra Fowler