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Feb 2018
Flecks of white, tumbling down, a sheer of dust atop the ground. 
- The wildlife once about, scurried to be tucked away, as shortly following daylight, winter permits the day. 
- Birds still flock above, on their journey to warmer state; pausing only a moment to catch regroup, the weather will not wait. 
- A blanket of powder adorning, all within the sight; bringing a curious sense of childlike excitement- this presentation of snowy delight!
Here in Alabama, we don't get much snow. So, I wrote this on one of the rare occasions that we did!
Kate
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Kate  35/F/AL
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