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Jan 2021
Tonight, I sit down to write
Just like many nights before.
This time, however, I saw something different on the other side of the door.
I saw hope.
I saw it when I saw the grass again.
I saw the sun melt the snow away.
And I knew that snow would turn
Back to water which would bring
The flowers back someday.
Written by
Zack Ripley  31/M/14487
(31/M/14487)   
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   Jeremy Stacy
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