Snow can be deceiving. When it stays for too long, you beg change.
Dandelions.
Ice cream with asphalt chocolate chips. When at a glance, origin is unknown. You tell its story, and it is what you wish.
White death is only apple blossoms...
Or a million shards of glass.
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Deathly Snow Muses.
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