the patterns of the ice are beyond my fantasy dreams wonderful pictoral poems
Ice is so amazing, the worlds contained that melt away, never to be seen again.
So, so ethereally beautiful--and such a paradox. Beauty and danger. A friend just fell on the ice in Minneapolis and though nothing is apparently broken, she's in major pain.
Every word a singing pebble...
the patterns of the ice are beyond my fantasy dreams wonderful pictoral poems
ReplyDeleteIce is so amazing, the worlds contained that melt away, never to be seen again.
ReplyDeleteSo, so ethereally beautiful--and such a paradox. Beauty and danger. A friend just fell on the ice in Minneapolis and though nothing is apparently broken, she's in major pain.
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