“For winter was coming. The days were shorter, and frost crawled up the window panes at night. Soon the snow would come. Then the log house would be almost buried in snowdrifts, and the lake and the stream would freeze.”
Laura Ingalls Wilder, The Little House Collection
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2 comments:
Niet verder vertellen , maar ik slaap al onder drie dekens.....
Oh, how hauntingly beautiful and whimsical!!!!!!!!! How ancient, how primal and raw this beautiful music is; I want to call the creature of this earth within me back HOME...and winter is the best time to do it. Dearest, you should see the amount of snow we got over night!!!
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