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Tuesday, March 6, 2012

The Freedom of Storms

This is what I woke up to this morning:












What a beautiful thing God has made winter to be,
by stripping the trees and letting us see their shapes and forms.
What a freedom does it seem to give to the storms.
- Dorothy Wordsworth
Posted by Anna Bolstad at 7:48 AM
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