A bitter wind sent me seeking shelter in a sparse clump of trees.
I stop in a patch of last summer’s thistles.
Flattened by hooves and winter snow, wispy white flower heads survive.
Sharing the wild
A bitter wind sent me seeking shelter in a sparse clump of trees.
I stop in a patch of last summer’s thistles.
Flattened by hooves and winter snow, wispy white flower heads survive.
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