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Dec 2014
A sleepy haze of yellows, reds and greens
whispering from rooftops
The  air  mad with cold the ground slilly slick
A clumsy climate  breaks words into holograms
Seeding Thoughts into clouds like snow
Nervously the wind whistles emotions colorfully
As the sky crys out like a wound torn open
Look up, see the universe
Marvel at it's beautiful structure
Be in awe of the elements speaking your name
Winter is cold yet beautiful
M Tamura
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M Tamura
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   --- and Spencer Craig
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