January reminds me of blowing dead grass, total silence except for the blowing wind, the scream of a red tailed hawk and the chickadee's chatter, and the feel of Her frostbitten hands in mine.
Saturday, January 21, 2012
January
January reminds me of blowing dead grass, total silence except for the blowing wind, the scream of a red tailed hawk and the chickadee's chatter, and the feel of Her frostbitten hands in mine.
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