Abandoned cities where no seasons turn ruth lechlitner’s a winter tale Share this:TwitterFacebookLike Loading... Related
… Snow was white I tell you/ Not the tombed I light in this design for dying!/ I remember the cold air, the smell of frozen apples,/ Snow seeding white birth, Christmas snow, December. LikeLike Reply
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… Snow was white I tell you/ Not the tombed I light in this design for dying!/ I remember the cold air, the smell of frozen apples,/ Snow seeding white birth, Christmas snow, December.
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remarkable poem i think to have come about in 1940
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But it seems very topical
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indeed
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…in abandoned cities where no season turn
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