16. Snow

 

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I don’t know about you, but I can’t see snow coming down thickly without thinking of Narnia. It always fills me with a magical tingle. Mr Tumnus may be out there somewhere, walking through the trees, his umbrella hooked over one arm and tail over the other, with no idea of the adventure he is about to have. The air is thick with the sharp taste of possibilities and imagination.

Photo and text © Keren Dibbens-Wyatt 2017

 

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