Sparkles on the snow seem to float on another plane. Tree branches closest to the sun shine like knights in armor from the rime.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Sparkles on the snow seem to float on another plane. Tree branches closest to the sun shine like knights in armor from the rime.
“Sparkles on the snow seem to float on another plane”: Experimental winking suggests that this is because most are visible to only one eye at a time.
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