
Cold, white snow cover me, in a blanket of purity with flakes of truth that are unique, cover me so that I may rest untroubled beneath your softness dormant, safe, undisturbed. I know spring will come and I will burst into life again but for now cover me. ©Sharron R. McMillan
Light and airy, like His feathers 🪶 Psalm 91
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Thank you. That’s my little studio from the forest looking up, a different perspective from one of our walks.
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Love the photo!
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