"It looks like something out of Whittier's "Snowbound,"' Julia said. Julia could always think of things like that to say.
The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The wastes of snow on the hill were ghostly in the moonlight. The stars were piercingly bright.
