- Norrköping by night.
Dearest Snow which used to grace my loverly front yard and windowsill, i miss you.
I miss how you kissed the fields and pavement,
and how beautiful you look with the sun shinning on you.
But, i must mention. I am not ungrateful one bit for this wonderful spring we have here upon us. It is beautiful in its own way.
The rain, then magnificent sun the next. Green fields and blue skies.
It is okay. I'm sure you will come back dearest snow. But, i am just writing to you to let you know,
You are beautiful.
With love,
Crystal Holt
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