Woke up pre-dawn or some inexplicable reason to opal light filtering through the black skeletons of the trees, a rime of frost dusting the ivy and a wood pigeon cooing on the windowsill. Short days fade into weeks and soon the weeks pass into a new year, and already it's beginning to feel a lot like Christmas.
(peter lindbergh for tiffany & co. via this is glamourous)
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