A view from both of my front windows. There’s something magical about a cool, clear morning before the clean, white snow starts to melt and turn to slush. The road and the yards are covered in white, and the sky is that impossible blue.


A view from both of my front windows. There’s something magical about a cool, clear morning before the clean, white snow starts to melt and turn to slush. The road and the yards are covered in white, and the sky is that impossible blue.
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