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NOT GREY

Winter is not grey at all. True, colours in Mother Nature appear muted and more subtle than at other times of the year but the range of the rainbow is there all the same.
Besides, even the grey varies and to a careful observer more often than not is actually silver or shaded white.
Have you ever truly looked at a wooded hill or a copse? Or a range of fields? Or a lawn in winter? Depending on the lightning and the weather you will be able to observe in it as many different colours as in Summer time.
The colours of Mother Nature in Winter are less obvious, less flamboyant as if careful not to disturb the predominant quiet of the lands and plants, which are at rest.

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