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Jan 8
There is  such a calm
In walking early winter chill
Everything seems frozen
In time
The rippling lake
Of su.mer seems to have stilled
The chatteiring.of
Birds flying by
Leaves the sky
But it is
There's a mystical
That permeates the air
Written by
Mary Anne Norton
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