guten morgen.

guten morgen my strange sad friend.

what a day as the snow flies and flutters.

your queer tales abound today.

and a peaceful feeling is in the air.

when shall we walk the moors?

in the late afternoon when the light's just right.

we'll rest awhile for now.

and think about what brought you here.

a day not too long ago.

or it may have been a thousand years.

a question only a question.

to which we may never know the answer.

for now follow a well worn trail.

clouds gather and the light is waning.

the snow is flying and the wind at my back.

hasten my steps north to wintermoor.

sven.

some work of which I'm extremely proud, some blue spruce planted years ago. can't take credit for the giant black oak, bertha though.

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