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Sunday, March 6, 2011

Winter's Last Kiss

 
  Mother Nature reminded me today that we are not quite yet into Spring. I went outside to savor the sound of falling snow in the woods. It sounds like a crystal whisper, smells like pureness, and looks like you are at the edge of The Mystery.





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