A whrilwind on a palate of white….
screaming blowing snow drawn movements in the distance
the effervescense of crispy chills
their silence surrouds me
this cold wind blows through me
this winter wonderland renews me.
Jan 16 2002
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A whrilwind on a palate of white….
screaming blowing snow drawn movements in the distance
the effervescense of crispy chills
their silence surrouds me
this cold wind blows through me
this winter wonderland renews me.
