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Mar 2015
Silence,
Beautiful,
The swishing of the snow
Falling, swirling down.
It is dark, and I am alone.
I had forgotten what peace was.
Throughout the noisy school day
And the crowded workplace.
But then I come here.
And I hear,
Silence.
Jesica Dittemore
Written by
Jesica Dittemore  Lebanon
(Lebanon)   
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