First True Day of Winter
It is always so pure and clean the fist day of snow. The late morning skies are a painting on canvas that draws you out side to take in all the beauty.
Land of the Midnight Sun
Midnight Dusk
“The day is done, and the darkness, Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward, From an eagle in his flight”
I am proud to support our troops and I am honnered to of had my family protect my freedom.
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