Yike! Dear Doc, you might be so selfish that you roam the splendors around in the grandiose silence of the shrouding snow. I am jealous, too. You must have thought that there wouldn't be nobody yesternight and would enjoy 😊the wintry amaze all your own, though. The morning broke with snow-clouds farther poised in scarlett glittering screen. The trees are half naked still yearning for the summer tresses, bewildered, with stains of alabaster. You ride thru the Artificer's masterpiece and you're the taker! Man!❤😊
Yike! Dear Doc, you might be so selfish that you roam the splendors around in the grandiose silence of the shrouding snow. I am jealous, too. You must have thought that there wouldn't be nobody yesternight and would enjoy 😊the wintry amaze all your own, though. The morning broke with snow-clouds farther poised in scarlett glittering screen. The trees are half naked still yearning for the summer tresses, bewildered, with stains of alabaster. You ride thru the Artificer's masterpiece and you're the taker! Man!❤😊