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Jan 2022
For miles the white path leads
Silent, still, crisp air

Only a slight crunch beneath feet
Too cold to be damp

Come! We will walk
And feel the stillness of snow
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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