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Jan 7
finally the snow
comes in a steadfast,
overnight blow

and we expect,
depend and know
that lovely quietness
of winter.

everything hushed,
more still and so
we whisper
Grace
Written by
Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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