By slightly tilted head clouds glide of the birch side by side snow change into water
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The iron fist of winter hit again and again no wonder I’m dreaming of spring Dark branches with glittering white a restraining gage Winters prisoner longing for freedom This 1th. Advent one candle ignited three to go a mere fraction of time until Yule Turning away from the Sun Sunflower field protect the future Seeds It finally happens – my mind jammed by the future lack of opportunity snowflakes blocks the path |
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