“Snow isn’t just pretty. It also cleanses our world and our senses, not just of the soot and grime of a mining town, but also of a kind of weary familiarity, a taken-for-granted quality to which our eyes are all too susceptible.”
~ John Burnside
Light love is not my fancy
And roving's not my will:
But I can look on beauty
And never get my fill...
~George Elliston
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