Out of the bosom of the air,
Out of the cloudfolds of her garment shaken,
Over the woodlands, brown and bare
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
~~By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.~~
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I love how you pair poetry with your photos. For me it lends an air of timelessness. Very lovely!
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