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Our First Snow

she has freshened the meadow the fence post are topped off in merry fashion she floats down with such a light touch if she was not cold, we might not notice she begins lightly giving us a tiny version of herself no one expects her to keep up this pace but she does for six hours our yards resemble Santa’s village everything has been touched she is twinkling with a spirit of joy I do not want to make prints feeling a reverence

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Date: 11/25/2022 9:37:00 AM
I love a first snow...after that, well, not so much.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 11/26/2022 1:19:00 AM
We love the first one too and none after