Mule Deer (Odocoileus hemionus) tracks in the fresh snow.
How much can come, how much can go
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow. -- May Sarton
When the December moon is bright,
What worlds of play we'll never know
Sleeping away the cold white night
After a fall of snow. -- May Sarton
Life. Isn't it all so very grand?
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