|
... by the new snow. Impossible I thought. I could not be the first to venture here on a snowy eve. But yet I was. Has Richmond lost it's snow spirit--for few and far it falls? So I reach the wounderous scene of a pond, encapsulated by snowfall, and flakes falling all around. I swear to myself to make a trek around. So I do. Thinking all the time, I'm not the first, I think back to the ...
Tags:
chrisisms

http://galskap-og-magi.livejournal.com/41467.html
(Cached)
0 links
Published: 4 months, 1 week ago (Mon, 02 Mar 2009 00:28:06 PST); 2510 bytes
|