When it comes to snow I like untouched snow the best. I enjoy looking at fresh undisturbed snow. It's a blank canvas of possibility, a blanket of white.
There is just something so tranquil about silhouettes falling on snow.
Ahh... the path of rolling snow.
Even snow must part ways as it travels.
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(watches you taking pictures)
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STOMP STOMP jump jump STOMP jump STOMP!
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(looks up with a crooked smile)
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