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| Gently gently the snow has fallen. |
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| Softly touching the surfaces of bark and seed heads. |
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| Clinging, for the moment, in time and grace. |
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| Slight is the wind. |
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| From the sky to the ground the snow landing soundlessly. |
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| "Chick Chick Chickadee", says this tiny little snow bird. |
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| The grayed light defining the most minuet structure. |
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| Dancing in the garden. |
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| The tools of summer hibernate under the eaves. The soundless exhale of the winter time. |
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