Finally there is snow.
The celebration sounds, calling to the falling flakes.
“This is my time,” he cries. “Come down and cover my playground.”
“For I must frolic and roll and dig holes until spring.”
The Call of the Season
Finally there is snow.
The celebration sounds, calling to the falling flakes.
“This is my time,” he cries. “Come down and cover my playground.”
“For I must frolic and roll and dig holes until spring.”
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