Once again outside my window, a world swaddled in white. Another page written in the story of a winter seemingly without end. Huddled in distant treetops, birds sit, stoic against a laden sky.
"The perceiver is reflected in what is perceived." - Amrit Desai
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Hi! Will this winter ever end?
But as long as we see the new season in the beaks of blackbirds and fire hydrants...we'll survive!
Yes Suz, I agree :-) thanks for your comment.
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