A review by
Wolfsong.ThePoet:
Delicate and gentle, like quiet snowflakes descending on forests and fields at night . . . Peaceful and cold . . . dreamlike, with whispers of sound as the snow shushes and flutters like ephemeral birds or shadowy butterflies . . . a quick brush and then gone . . Winter has its own story . . . a special kind of glory which passes over us like a reminder of our mortality . . . Beautiful music . . .
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