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Jan 2016
No sun shine today.
Grey and dull
And cold.

A light snow,
A single bird,
This place is frozen in time.
Winter has finally hit us.

So long, we've hidden in warm weather,
Now free of those constraints.
The cold brings us out of hiding.
To roam the world again.
Winter things we are.

Morning brings us forth to you.
I had this weird idea of some kind of winter monsters that can only come forth in very low temps. Where I live we've had unseasonably warm weather; this morning the temp is 5 degrees.
AB
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