“Snow was falling, so much like stars
filling the dark trees that one could
easily imagine its reason for being
was nothing more than prettiness.
Mary Oliver
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He sends the snow like white wool; he scatters frost upon the ground like ashes.
Psalm 147:16 NLT
That is lovely.
Thank you, Glynn. It is the south edge of my yard.
Love.—The PhoTograph the words.
Thank you, Dea.