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Jan 2022
I close my eyes and dream of winters so pretty that even angels sigh at the scene  
cascading snowflakes softly falling, in shapes of doilies and paper ruffle dollies  
Winter hats and muffle mitts of red, snowman whispers as red sled rides go by
carnival rides and children full of chide, what a wonderful world of white...
A winter scent of magic, white deer and shadowed antlers of incandescent wood
log cabins with fireplaces and verandas with copper foot welcome matts, come in
make yourself comfortable while the kettle roars to life, tea toddler or coffee lover?  
Enter into our little jovial cottage story and stay a while.
vienna bombardieri
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vienna bombardieri  F/Canada
(F/Canada)   
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