“When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to
cherish, and loves we used to know.”
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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cute, looks like they need a shave..... i have to take a pic of the patio art in my backyard.....
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Winter is the time of promise because there is so little to do - or because you can now and then permit yourself the luxury of thinking so.
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