‘It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.’ ~ John Burroughs (1837-1921), Winter Sunshine, 1875
This crisp winter air
09 Tuesday Jan 2018
09 Tuesday Jan 2018
‘It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it.’ ~ John Burroughs (1837-1921), Winter Sunshine, 1875
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