Tuesday, December 10, 2013

When the the snow comes

When it is winter and the colors are a muted blue and brown, Ione drifts in on an icy wind.  She blows snowflakes that dance merrily in the sky.  Her frosty breath makes shiny gems that dangle from bare branches. Ione softly whispers the magic that is winter, "You can walk on water."





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