Comments for: Snowy nights glow with luster of poetry Snowy nights glow with luster of poetry On that recent night as I walked down the lane to the shore, an old familiar phrase echoed in my mind, the rhythmic sound of the words as lulling as the foghorn on Egg Rock: “The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave… Read More Back to story → Read more
Snowy nights glow with luster of poetry On that recent night as I walked down the lane to the shore, an old familiar phrase echoed in my mind, the rhythmic sound of the words as lulling as the foghorn on Egg Rock: “The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow gave… Read More
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Snowy nights glow with luster of poetry
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