Even a winter wonderland can be ruined

White striped walls, granite tweed

Natural decay – designer of the millenium

7 point buck, head still attached to torso

Creatures in their own hoods

We are the foreigners here, yet again we entitle ourselves to it all

Waterways created of snow maneuver the mounds meticulously – surgically carving art into a storm’s afterthoughts

Serenity. Simple. Happiness. Surround us.

And you let a witheld irritation melt it al.

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