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The mountain top had a fresh dusting of powder, it was the winter wonderland of every childhood dream. One could imagine oneself as a fairy upon a vast white cake, shoes white with sugar. Yet real trees are so much more than one can imagine from a simple card or television image, there is a spirit about them, a sense of wisdom and an aroma that calms the soul.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 15, 2020.
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There is something magical about this winter wonderland, between the pure white and heart-warming browns. There is a glory in the silence, in the reverent awe of nature, in the stoicism of root and branch.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 15, 2020.
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My love of the winter wonderland is partly grounded in the surety that there is a warm lovers-lodge to return to, a lodge with soft woollen blankets and a dream-inspiring hearth.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 15, 2020.
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Were it sunny every day, how I would crave the snow! For the winter wonderland and the bold denuded trees are part of my soul. With the snow comes a freshness, a hope, as if living can go on again as a pen upon a brand new page.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 15, 2020.