Day 1386, my window. Day's pictures, Poetry Fast comes down the snow ~ till it stops when it meets my window ~ the wind still moves it left and right ~ but it is now on its way down slowly Share this: Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window) Mastodon Click to share on Bluesky (Opens in new window) Bluesky Like Loading... Related
Nochrisis 
I like the pictures and the beautiful words
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Thanks, I am glad you likes it…
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