“This was playing as I wound my way back down the mountain from Whitewater ski lodge, the pines droopy from freshly-fallen snow, a muted but moody colour spectrum hanging over all, the song in my heart. Just had to share ...”
This was playing as I wound my way back down the mountain from Whitewater ski lodge, the pines droopy from freshly-fallen snow, a muted but moody colour spectrum hanging over all, the song in my heart. Just had to share ...
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