I am again six years old.
The seduction of untrammeled snow is akin to the fresh possibility inherent in the first page of a brand new notebook - new horizons beckon!
The seduction of untrammeled snow is akin to the fresh possibility inherent in the first page of a brand new notebook - new horizons beckon!
The seduction of untrammeled snow is akin to the fresh possibility inherent in the first page of a brand new notebook - new horizons beckon...yes!perfect.
ReplyDeleteAnd we must heed the call to make our mark on both the open field and the open page!
DeleteAnd I am nine years old again .....
ReplyDeleteActually - I guess I'm 12. LOL.
ReplyDeleteYou were still delightfully adventurous at 12 - partly to rescue me in case I fell down in my little red snowsuit!
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