Feb 6 – 1920 –
    Morning – it is a supernatural world – a cold mist has been falling, forming into heavy frost on the trees – a metallic violet light comes directly out of the north horizon – The frosted tree branches, lavender against the sky, exaggerate this light – the houses seem to crouch – Smoke from tall chimneys breaks off at sharp right angles and goes SE, finally sinking to ground -(sic) It recalls
    The old mood:
February Morning –
Tinkle of wagon wheels on frost -
   The child mind is full of spring beauties & March sunrises seen thru steaming windows -
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