The beauty of the snow.
As you hear the sounds of the whispering wind. Then out of curiosity you peep out the window and it takes your breath away. The beauty of the snow blowed in from all directions. It holds a pure untouched beauty that lets us know she had blowed the white beauty of her snow upon us again.
Walnut Ridge, Ar
Written by,
Anna Baty, 3-5-15
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