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Dec 2015
Green comes in waves
Rolling over the ground
Slinking through the trees
Hiding in between branches
Meant to be buried in snow
It's too warm
To be winter
There is no cold
There is no white
There is no grey
Only green
Lilly frost
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Lilly frost  18/F/US
(18/F/US)   
250
   --- and Woody
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