How not to marvel at the beauty of nature?
Sometimes I tell myself that human is a little artist before Mother Nature ....
Sometimes I tell myself that human is a little artist before Mother Nature ....
In my lovely old house, I was able to discover a facet of her art ...
My windows were frosted! When we are children, we look at these beautiful little things ....
Adults, we have no more time .... Always in our minds to think ....
Well, this morning, I stopped, and I admired ...
Well, this morning, I stopped, and I admired ...
Do you remember having scratched the windows when you were little?
Mom! It makes snow!
I remember ....
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