Monday, 21 February 2011

leaves (11)

I sit, shovel in hand, hesitant as in front of a white page. The times when winter meant joy seem parts of an other's life. As snow has become a chore, I should start to shovel it but no, not this time. I'll put the shovel down and I'll make a snow angel, like the little girl in the old photo.

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