At the Edge of the Ice

Sometimes, no words are needed.


Squirrel in the Snow

amidst familiar realities transformed into landscapes of unwelcoming frigidity, harmonize like a squirrel in the snow, drawing on autumnal bounties and memories of summers past, for soon icicles will melt away, freeing frozen dreams in Spring's long awaited thaw

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