NYC. Winter night,

Winter night, East Street, East Village - This is what I wish every Christmas Eve would bring. Definitely how the Christmas season should be. Snow and ice and snowmen ⛄⛄

wheat fields

tinywhitedaisies

'You'll remember me when the West Wind blows on the fields of barley, we'll forget the Sun in his jealous sky among the fields of gold. For amber waves of grain.

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