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Dec 2020
A quiet field of snow
unburdened -
I leap through it,
leaving large footprints
and nullifying the stillness
which had graced the field before me.
there is always more grace
to be found in nature;
and so I plod onwards,
my stride slow and heavy,
but joyful as it finds
and matches the tracks
of the moose and ptarmigan
who frolic through this valley.

There is, after all,
an answer to the meaning of life
and love and joy.
And it lies in the valley of snow before me
for all the world to bear witness to.
Jo Barber
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Jo Barber  22/F
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