What quarrel, what harshness, what unbelief in each other can subsist in the presence of a great calamity, when all the artifical vesture of our life is gone, and we are all one with each other in primitive mortal needs? George Eliot
It started as a little rain.
Deck in ice
Ice close-up
And finished with a delicate destruction.
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