
Every winter, When the great sun has turned his face away, The earth goes down into a vale of grief, And fasts, and weeps, and shrouds herself in sables, Leaving her wedding-garlands to decay — Then leaps in spring to his returning kisses. — Charles Kingsley, Saint’s Tragedy

So beautiful
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Thank you.
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A bit sad, but very gentle!
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Sad but gentle… sounds like a mild winter. 🙂
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Beautiful words and photographs, dear Maverick. Merry Christmas and all my best wishes to you. Aquileana 🎄
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I like your little Christmas tree. 🙂 Merry Christmas and I hope you have a wonderful holiday Aquileana. 🐻
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Beautiful piece.
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Thank you.
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The first photo in particular is super stunning! The light, the mood, the color and the reflection look perfect together. Good job Maverick! 😉
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Thank you very much Khloe. 🙂
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You’re welcome as always Maverick 🙂
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