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As the tundra becomes a new white page, so has this winter storm renewed God's land.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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In that winter storm when the cold air spun the land a new brilliant white fleece, we huddled in close and retold our stories of old.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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After winter storm the Earth has her whitest of pillows, her most pure of quilts, and there she rests until the warming sun commands the change into spring.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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The winter storm conjures a pure white road ahead, made all the more commanding by the earthen browns of woodland all around.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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When the power of the ages commands the skies in a primal raw scream of frozen white, there is little else to do but seek the sanctuary of our own warm soul.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.
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The winter storm came as all storms must, not to care with the gentle hand of a mother, yet to rip and tear what could not stand its brutal onslaught - to fell the old trees, to remove the rot, and to put it all on an icy standby mode.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 16, 2020.