Where it’s cold and the wind blows the ice crystals into smithereens and only the spruce endure the freezing of every fiber over and over year in and year out… the ice dragons drift through clouds.
Where it’s cold and the wind blows the ice crystals into smithereens and only the spruce endure the freezing of every fiber over and over year in and year out… the ice dragons drift through clouds.
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23 skidoo
Oooh! I like that one!