The Village Press

Hello December, you ol' dog you...

I sure do love your sky. 

This lost bird finds solace in the twigs that entwine you.  Late afternoon is really your hour.  You dress as if attending a royal ball, in crystal blue silk and vibrant pink taffeta... but it seems that the clock strikes twelve far too quickly and I am left with a early evening midnight sky...



Now let's see what you've got in the fluffy white snow department!
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