I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.”
Lewis Carroll
Ilidža, Sarajevo (this morning)
Lovely.
janet
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That you!
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Thank you!
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