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The morning misty white winter's night turns through blue to pink a delicate porcelain haze diaphanous scarf of silk that floats above the sleeping hills this season like a dream creates the beautiful scene that decorates the window every day of which I never tire an ever changing kaleidoscope of colours shapes and sounds but now all is cloaked in snow in mounds Margaret Ann Waddicor 19th January 2016
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 8:00 AM UTC
Pale Winter morn
The morning misty white winter's night turns through blue to pink a delicate porcelain haze diaphanous scarf of silk that floats above the sleeping hills this season like a dream creates the beautiful scene that decorates the window every day of which I never tire an ever changing kaleidoscope of colours shapes and sounds but now all is cloaked in snow in mounds Margaret Ann Waddicor 19th January 2016
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