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Dec 2019
Who hasn't called a mountain cold and desolate, yet beautiful because of its snow-capped peaks?
Who hasn't remarked on a wintry morning, despairing of the bitter chill, yet amazed by ice clinging to eaves and trees?
Who hasn't shivered in the night air of late December, while regarding with awe the star-spangled skies?
Written by
Bill M  M/Maine
(M/Maine)   
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