Magic of A Snowy Morn

Pink kisses the clouds’ bellies before the sun peeks over the mountains. Smoke rising from chimneys is the only life against dormant trees. A second story window overlooks the eastern part of town. The gentle hug of snow on rooftops transports me to a time found only in artists’ renditions.

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