When It Snows

Nabokov loves going for walks with us, when we go up to the last house on the hill.
The fallen trees.
I love walking up winding roads.
The black dog which comes to my cottage is very cute.
It’s so picturesque when I look from above.
I wait for the morning sun when it snows.
Nabokov, standing behind my cottage.
Nabokov, below the last house on the hill.

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