Where a crevasse leads to an underground stream, a small hole has opened in the snowy yard, a dark ear throbbing with its own pulse.
The Morning Porch
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
Where a crevasse leads to an underground stream, a small hole has opened in the snowy yard, a dark ear throbbing with its own pulse.
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Lovely description.
Thanks.