What a beautiful image. The smoothness of dawn's descent, the stealth of the falling snow, the faint, mournful cry of the coyote. Three lines bound into a neat little symphony expressing but a tiny fragment of nature's prolific, ever changing canvas.
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What a beautiful image. The smoothness of dawn's descent, the stealth of the falling snow, the faint, mournful cry of the coyote. Three lines bound into a neat little symphony expressing but a tiny fragment of nature's prolific, ever changing canvas.