small stones. 20.

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the sharpness of a lone voice in the vast coldness, echo'ing off spruce and birch: 
"p'pan! p'pan!" 

i call her to me, this princess of the alpine hinterland.

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Comments

Anonymous said…
i love to see them return happily to you--
warms your heart.
xx
January 23, 2013 at 7:00 AM
pencilfox said…
yeah, doesn't it??
xx
January 23, 2013 at 7:18 AM
MrsLittleJeans said…
I love her title.... : )
adorable

xx
January 23, 2013 at 7:53 AM
pencilfox said…
o yes, she's definitely the princess of the house.
January 23, 2013 at 6:29 PM
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