Beholding the early morning light glinting through the distant woods and casting its warm glow upon the icy still landscape, was as if witnessing the heart of the world beat for the first time anew.
Words and images by Michael J. Hall
Beholding the early morning light glinting through the distant woods and casting its warm glow upon the icy still landscape, was as if witnessing the heart of the world beat for the first time anew.
Words and images by Michael J. Hall
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