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Dec 2015
Naked trees and close to green bushes are no longer seen.
Five, six, seven inches of snow piled on branches.
Creating sad plants, drooping down.
Height is cut in half.
Now transfer that image to the soul.
You see my depression.
Christina Cox
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Christina Cox  Utah
(Utah)   
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   --- and Alyssa Underwood
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