| lillian Nov 4 | The cold crept up. It surprised us all. Like a tiger hunting. It caught us all. It took us prisoner, in its icy grasp. It held us tight in its frosty wrath. From now till the shadow leaves it will linger. It's beautiful and terrible. The icy storm beast. Yet once it's past Read more of this post | | | | You can also reply to this email to leave a comment. | | | | |
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