Sunday, November 17, 2024

Crispy air

Frosty breath

Grass crackles

Colds touch

Dark skies

Snow coming

School closing

Black ice

Gloves warm

Lights glow

Shopping mayhem

Manger scene

Mother birthing

Child cries

Hope born

Life victorious

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