I Woke up this morning to find the island had transformed into a enchanted forest. Everything is covered in sparkly ice crystals – the trees, the raspberry canes, the dogs – everything! The sun is bright and even the most mundane things look like they have been sprinkled with fairy dust and are glistening and sparkling. It’s enough to turn the heart of a burnt out, crusty, hung over cynic to tales of the thin vale between reality and fairy tales. Unfortunately, I don’t know how to photograph magic sparkles or I’d show you.
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