It snowed. And it is always, first as a scree miraculous. An event that rocks the reality in the imagination. Despite its regular occurrence, it preserves its extraordinary quality. It becomes a phenomenon that transcends sudden existence.
It snowed. And the eye feels unlikely that materiality is lost in space without tags. Do not know how to fold his clothes because it at once so fresh and so hot the skin to the heart. He chose to give this abstraction the spiritual dimension of an array.
It snowed. The eye and listens silently picked up in the form of woolly trees. Music calligraphic passerine surprised. It does not really know what color to give this light that the stares. It applies to this great book to follow his white eyes of a child.
It snowed. And it is always, first, as a sweet wrapped up. A white mêlement that transforms reality into emotion. A collection of landscape which removes color noise to let us singing.
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