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RE: Wednesday Walk with Waves of Snow - Nature's Creations...
I love the frost art and it always brings to mind the poem
Frost by E. J. Pratt
The frost moved up the window-pane Against the sun’s advance, In line and pattern weaving there Rich scenes of old romance.
Armies on the Russian snows; Cockade, sword and lance–
It spun a web more magical, Each moment creeping higher, For marble cities crowned the hills With turret, fane and spire,
Till when it struck the flaming sash, The Kremlin was on fire