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Jan 2018
Lost and confused,
like the first snowflake:
uncertain, but unknowingly
the harbinger of a knee deep, silent night,
the herald of a new carpet, crisp and white,
not destined for alone-ness,
but, in concert, ready to reflect
a glorious night of moonlight.

Like the first snowflake
you're destined
for something
glorious.
Happy New Year.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  62/M/London, U.K.
(62/M/London, U.K.)   
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