Notes
So cold her bosom seems, such icy glare is in her eyes, while on the frozen mere the shrill ice creaks in the congealing air; where is the lover that shall call her dear, or the devotion that shall find her fair? The white-robed widow of the vanished year.
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winter is magic.
caption © richard le gallienne.
1 comment on wintertide.
Alohomora December 13, 2015
simply perfect
⃠kingsfools December 16, 2015
@Alohomora thank you so much :)
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