I love the snow. I feel sad when it melts. Looking out of the window to see big, fat snowflakes falling from a white washed sky when you've got a cup of hot tea, woolly socks on and a good book to read is a beautiful thing.
Monday, 9 February 2009
Snow
I love the snow. I feel sad when it melts. Looking out of the window to see big, fat snowflakes falling from a white washed sky when you've got a cup of hot tea, woolly socks on and a good book to read is a beautiful thing.
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