Out of the bosom of the Air, Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken, Over the woodlands brown and bare, Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882) poet
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This is exceptionally beautiful!
ReplyDeleteYou know, your work would make a great greeting card collection (perhaps for fundraising and/or charity events, only)?