Imagine 20 below zero, the wood lot stark and bare in the glistening sun. A trail of small tracks a country mile to withered corns stalks in deep snow from the trees. An ear abandoned halfway there, and twenty fire fox squirrels, fat with fur in February, playing love in the branches against the blue sky.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
Ron
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Nice one.
Eyes water up throat closed down
Cousin laughs ass off
Enjoyed Patrick
~Christine~
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Georg
Regis