Saturday, March 24, 2012

And As I Gaze Out The Window

At a landscape that could at best be described as shades of gray with drooping, snow covered evergreen, and feather-tipped, naked deciduous trees thrown together in bunches and forming lines for visual relief

I think to myself,

"I've gone through the back of the wardrobe. This is Narnia, where it is always winter but Christmas never comes."

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