A winter’s flower. How do I disgrace thee. When you provide me with such symmetry. An all seasons charm.
Winter’s flower. How could I not seek but always see. And, though the footpath is slow to where you are. The earthen tones splendor like a distant star. Winter’s flower by Tree Farm Loop… take a left off Baptist Hill road. Near where the Shakers grow old.
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