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fourwindowspress · creative writing, pastel art, and essays
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Woo! I feel cold just looking at it! Great picture for capturing that feeling.
It is cold. Thanks–Ethel
Oh my gosh! This is one of my favourites!! Fabulous!! xx
Glad you like it. Ethel
This must be what my grandmother saw when she was a young bride living in Wisconsin on the edge of the Great Lake. (Maybe close to where you are.) She was a new arrival from Norway and thought the expanse of white was a very large field of snow. She loved telling the story of how shocked she was in the spring when her big white pasture began to melt away revealing itself as a huge lake!
A big field! This is a great story. Ethel
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