Frost
Frosted windows in my house – taken early mornings from inside over the course of a week. The sweet light in some of them is the sunrise reflected from the houses across the laneway from my house.

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Frost
Frosted windows in my house – taken early mornings from inside over the course of a week. The sweet light in some of them is the sunrise reflected from the houses across the laneway from my house.
Words and Images by Richard Reeve
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Hi, I'm Avisha Rasminda Twenty One years old, Introduce Myself As A Author , Painter , A Poet.
Malaysian author and storyteller
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.