A lonely tree covered in crystals after a frozen fog lifted over Argue Road near New Glarus, Wisconsin on a very frigid morning.
Winter, has the charm of life, Winter.Winter is my love, Winter is my dream of always ''wow''I always wait for winter like its friend,
the leaves slowly cascade downto the ground as winter turns slowly to winterthe wind blows them around untill the cold freezes them to the groundas winter turns slowly to winter.......
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