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Feb 10
Winter leaves in its wake its own form of beauty,
But eventually it gives way to the greening of spring.
And birds will sing, and flowers will bloom.
What of our love?
S R Mats
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S R Mats  F/Houston, TX
(F/Houston, TX)   
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