It's officially winter. Crisp air leads to crisp blues and whites that wake you up. Eyes widen as they are hit with the harsh light. Red cheeks burn hot, a reminder of the cold walk to mumma and grandpa's through the woods. Crunching over the newly-packed snow, papoose thickly bundled against maman's chest. Time to break out a scarf.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
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