Once I lived in dark suspension, imagination running wild, a dark and forbidden forest forgotten, and built a web of tales to hide within, never looking always dreaming, but now I find that all the webs have flown wide to vanish, sisters spinning soon forgotten and all I have left are these words
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Snow, I can't believe it.
It snowed! It hardly ever snows here. What fun. This is a picture of my back yard. We went out a played in the snow all morning. We didn't have gloves though, so our hands got very cold.
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