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Dec 2014
The snow is falling softly and lightly on my skin.
Covering me in the most purest of whites.
leaving me there with my arms reaching for the sky.
Palms trying to grasp the purity of it all.
Hope you enjoy the snow! :)
Neath
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Neath  Montreal
(Montreal)   
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