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It came upon me in silence, covering the ground and frosting every earthly lip. Its mystic flurry attacking the air and space I kept. With each striking of the clock the blanket canvass did grow seeping history into the landscape using Its flying ghosts of snow.
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May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
The Great Winter of Idaho, 1949
It came upon me in silence, covering the ground and frosting every earthly lip. Its mystic flurry attacking the air and space I kept. With each striking of the clock the blanket canvass did grow seeping history into the landscape using Its flying ghosts of snow.
#winter#nature
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22/M/American
May 15, 2017
May 15, 2017 at 7:57 PM UTC
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