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Winters Walk*Summer is gone and winter has set it, along with the frigid breeze. The air crisp and clear, making it easier to think. The gusts of air strike my face like pins and needles. As I walk the leaves fold and crumble under my feet leaving small traces of where I have set foot. The sun covered by white clouds magnifying the brightness and intensity of the light. The light, as I look at its reflection in the left over snow, seems to pierce my eyes directly to the corneas. The snow slowly melting from the storm, leaves small gusts of cool breeze my my ankles that leave me cool and refreshed.*

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Life's CocoonA special world for you and me / A special bond one cannot see / It wraps us up in its cocoon

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