There are beautiful patterns carved in the snow.
The wind of the storm left marks to marvel.
The three does hidden in the glade are resting.
Their adventure in the storm is over.
Each one is reclined in her own sunbeam.
Life is refreshed and back to normal.
I’m basking in the warmth of sunshine.
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