Samstag, 15. August 2009

''Do you hear the snow against the window-panes, Kitty? How nice and soft it sounds! Just as if some one was kissing the window all over outside. I wonder if the snow loves the trees and the fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know with a white quilt and perhaps it says ''Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'' And when they wake up in the summer, they dress themselves all in green, and dance about whenever the wind blows.''

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