“I think of the snow, falling, drifting upward. Of extending the ephemeral. Spaces follow spaces, burgeoning, and the air smells so sweet.”
― Love Letters to the World
― Love Letters to the World
“... but in the winter they were ensconced in a white powder of sparkling snow.”
― Elle's Magical Shoes
― Elle's Magical Shoes
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