It is early , dark night still holds sway. Outside the rain falls heavy from a still dark sky. Max has returned home covered in the water-beads.
The fire sleeps, covered in a blanket of ashes and needs to be stirred to life. She is awake, troubled by restless dragons. Winter creeps ever closer with its promise of snow.
Good luck with the Greenaway Award!!!
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Alison x
Winter. We don't gets it over here. Wish I could see some snow. Maybe you could ask winter to come over!
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