sparking on air on the tip of a baby snowflake as she naps on her mama’s points as somewhere in the Amazon where snow never falls there is a sigh and then a clatter . . . one of the abandoned explorer’s camps from back when there was an emperor with a bride who loved anything jungle-ey . . . born where there were so many trees you could barely see the sun from the ground and stuck in the big city with a crown on her head . . . out looking for whatever she fancied for her costume balls but afterwards not . . . empresses that wanted frocks from Paris not ones made from giant fronds of fern
My winter series post for today published over on my Substack at the link and free to look at. It includes this image and quite a few others.
