In winter’s grasp, the world transforms: branches bare, clad in a crystal shroud, a breath of frost paints the landscape. Silence closes in, each snowflake a dream, each chill a reminder of the earth’s quiet rest.
- Dora Male
In winter’s grasp, the world transforms: branches bare, clad in a crystal shroud, a breath of frost paints the landscape. Silence closes in, each snowflake a dream, each chill a reminder of the earth’s quiet rest.