we can fly over them.....
skedaddle around them.....
we can lay down and make 'angels' in them.....
the snow moguls are but obstacles on the road to 'Ecstasy'.....
and this road begins and ends on the blustery days of winter......
camouflaged in white ness.....crystalline and pure of form.....
no snowflake is replicable,,,,,,
like a hand print......
unique.....
life lines elongated or segued through the pink and red flesh.......
like a road map upstate......
kind of windy and impossible, but with a cozy 'A FRAME' in sight......
the fire will burn in the hearth whilst the smores
( the ones with the OU on them!) will be eaten.......
burnt to a crisp, but mushy and white inside.....
hmmm......
winter solstice..........
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