Photographing the snow today in York, along with 1,000,000,000 other people who had the same idea.
Basically I live in a very pretty place.
More Abbey.
Getting older in the snow.
Get cold in February air.
I know this place like the back of my hand.
It's all the same, ennui.
Fifty million feet of earth between the buried and me.
Love only the tallest trees.
Minsterrrrrrrrrr.
White roses.
Well I dreamt I saw you walking up a hillside, in the snow.
Casting shadows on the winter sky.
As you stood there, counting crows.
One for sorrow, two for joy.
Three for girls, and four for boys.
Five for silver, six for gold.
Seven for a secret, never to be told.
I am feathered by the moonlight.
Today is the first day of the rest of your days.
{So lighten up, squirt.}
xx
Love this. Oh, so much.
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