Then, comes the snow in its beauty,
Each flake a pattern of lace
That floats in the air, so gently;
Then, finds its own, special place.
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham,
"God is an Artist of Nature" (1940s)
*Photo taken from my living room window
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11/10/2020
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