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The branches of the trees bow with the heavy load they are carrying, bending towards the floor. Everything glistens, as if a fairy has sprinkled her dust over the entire world. Colors are brighter against the pure white blanket that spreads as far as the eye can see. The houses become works of art, with their beautiful undisturbed snowy roofs. Chimney’s become sculptures, taking on new forms.
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Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 2:38 PM UTC
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The branches of the trees bow with the heavy load they are carrying, bending towards the floor. Everything glistens, as if a fairy has sprinkled her dust over the entire world. Colors are brighter against the pure white blanket that spreads as far as the eye can see. The houses become works of art, with their beautiful undisturbed snowy roofs. Chimney’s become sculptures, taking on new forms.
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26/F/American
Aug 31, 2012
Aug 31, 2012 at 2:38 PM UTC
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