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Jack Frosts dandruff billowing on the limbs of the pine trees​


The icy embrace around the last bloomed flowers​


The glass casing on the crab apples​


The cracks on top of the river bed that flows unseen​


The sparkles that dance on the ground of powder white


The stillness of the world that December morning​


When winter changes grey to silver &   lady nature sets us in slumber mode to remind us to reflect & slow down.​

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