And far away in the North a little Eskimo boy steps outside a wooden hut.
He feels a connection with something or someone far South like something
light as a white feather touched his thoughts.
There are dark clouds coming from the South,
from the mainland across the troubled ocean.
from the mainland across the troubled ocean.
And in the North?
Are the winds of winter already blowing?
Does it smell like snow?
They are blowing strong! Winnter is coming!
ReplyDeleteYou are totally on the woodway, doggy picture... :P
DeleteStop insulting my readers with false English, animal!
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