Fresh, deep snow on all the outstretched branches at the woods’ edge—those trees that have always hungered for an extra helping of light.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Fresh, deep snow on all the outstretched branches at the woods’ edge—those trees that have always hungered for an extra helping of light.
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Lovely image.
Thanks, Libby.