Somewhere in Birch Cliff, Toronto





Somewhere in Birch Cliff, Toronto





| thetorzorean on My Mother’s Presépio | |
| dulcedelgado on My Mother’s Presépio | |
| thetorzorean on My Mother’s Presépio | |
| Rita Botelho on My Mother’s Presépio | |
| Stephen Dow on My Mother’s Presépio |
marvellous – the first photo is my favourite – what a gorgeous tree dressed in white
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Fabulous photos as usual, Emanuel! It was really hard to shovel the white stuff this morning off my sidewalk. 😦
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Magia no ar. Impossível não ficarmos deslumbrados. Lindas imagens, que sorte a tua poderes apreciar tal beleza, tens que ser influenciado por toda essa beleza.
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Lindas fotos! A paisagem com neve também é bonita.
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When my mother was still alive we made an artificial snow out of soap and flour. Then we put it on the branches of our Christmas tree and decorated it. Today we can have snow right in our freezer and played with it.
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This is a beautiful story. Thanks so much for sharing it on my blog.
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You are welcome, friend !
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