January dribbles - 26
Cold outside; the promised sun is high but gray mist here. We drive
through forests looming out of doom where bright inverted sunshine turns the sky
to rain’s reflection splashing dry.
It’s cold outside but in the car
the mystery and joy will travel far. There’s hope inside
and fun.
through forests looming out of doom where bright inverted sunshine turns the sky
to rain’s reflection splashing dry.
It’s cold outside but in the car
the mystery and joy will travel far. There’s hope inside
and fun.
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