Frozen — by Unknown on

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I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.  A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.  ...

Wintery sunsets — by Unknown on

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Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed ...

Winter perfection — by Unknown on

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"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure in the landscape - the loneliness of it - the dead feeling of winter.  S...

Winter Wonderland — by Unknown on

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How beautiful thy frosty morn, When brilliants gem each feathery thorn! How fair thy cloudless noon! And through the leafless trees, at...

The lights of Christmas — by Unknown on

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There is a collective as well as an individual humor  inclining peoples to sadness or cheerfulness,  making them see things in bright ...

End Months Diary Notes: Νοεμβριος 2014 — by Unknown on

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Σαν ένα πουλί που χάνει το δρόμο του προς το νότο...Έτσι μοιάζει η απομάκρυνση ενός ανθρώπου από τα κιτάπια του. Τις σημειώσεις εκείνες...