Nothing burns like the cold


“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you dies each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintry light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person had died for no reason.”( Ernest Hemingway)

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3 thoughts on “Nothing burns like the cold

  1. My goodness! There is so much mood in this photograph. Where was it taken? It almost looks like two disparate places stitched together. Like a long forgotten ship wreck stratified with ice and snow instead of silt and saline. Beautiful.

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