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Guy@Fawkes / 94 items

N 27 B 664 C 54 E Nov 10, 2016 F Dec 14, 2020
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font: Bradley Hand

texture thanks to Virtually Supine.


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Tags:   dahlia winter frost texture

N 62 B 1.8K C 186 E Nov 9, 2016 F Nov 27, 2016
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First frost on a dahlia.

textures and effects by Remember Remember

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Tags:   flower dahlia frost winter texture coth5 sunrays+5

N 40 B 7.6K C 119 E Nov 8, 2016 F Nov 10, 2019
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font: Moonbeam

John Clare

When Winter comes in earnest to fulfil
His yearly task, at bleak November’s close,
And stops the plough, and hides the field in snows;
When frost locks up the stream in chill delay,


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Tags:   dahlia frost flower winter coth5

N 31 B 2.5K C 97 E Jan 19, 2016 F Mar 28, 2016
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font: Russel Write

textures and effects by Remember Remember

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Red sky at night, sailors delight,
Red sky in the morning, sailors warning.

Tags:   winter sunrise bird hedge snow BRILLIANT

N 73 B 7.2K C 187 E Jan 12, 2015 F Feb 26, 2016
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font: Tropicali Script

textures and effects by Remember Remember

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Winter Sunrise by Mary Webb

All colours from the frozen earth have died,
And only shadow stains the cold, white snow:
But in the air the April tints abide;
Intangibly and radiantly they grow.
There bloom immortal crocuses, beside
A live-rose hedge, and irises that grow
Along a far green inlet--circling wide
Anemone fields where none but stars may go.
The ardours of a thousand springs are there;
Through infinite deeps they quicken, bright and tender:
In that sequestered garden of the air
No icy pall is heavy on the splendour.
Since you are not in the wintry world to love me,
How softly painted flushes Death above me!

Tags:   winter sunrise pond


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