It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the spirit of the mist, the soul of the sunbeam …
The winter air is full of it … A walk between the rows of huge populars along the canals, accompanied with bluster and snow brought to my cheeks a ruddy glow !
The winter air is full of it … A walk between the rows of huge populars along the canals, accompanied with bluster and snow brought to my cheeks a ruddy glow !
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