I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says:
❝ Go to sleep, darlings, 'till the summer comes again. ❞
— Lewis Carroll
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Thank you, Jack! Can't wait for the snow!
"Just don’t get your hopes up, buddy. I might not be able to. At least not today."
1 year ago