Small Stone Day 14

I woke to a grey rainy day,
travelled one hour,
and find myself
in a world of snow,
where every detail
of the landscape
up to the top
of the tallest trees
is clad in white,
and the sky,
the clouds
and the air around me
have merged.

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About Carol Ross

Interested in therapeutic writing.
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