Maple tree stretches its branches into the winter sky - remembering its leaves.
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Your statement about Maple Trees looks like a cartoon I have on my desk (For Better or Worse) "Stark bare branches against a canvas of white, gray skies, icy drifts sculptured by the wind!" "Why don't you see the beauty of nature?" "I've got to go out in it."
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2 comments:
Your statement about Maple Trees looks like a cartoon I have on my desk (For Better or Worse) "Stark bare branches against a canvas of white, gray skies, icy drifts sculptured by the wind!" "Why don't you see the beauty of nature?" "I've got to go out in it."
Funny! Yes, winter is different when its full on in your face, isn't it?
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