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Dec 4
Looking out the window,
I see a land of snow,
In vain, I try not to smile,
My veins fill with hope.

How childish to think
That everyone adorse snow-
But in that quiet moment,
the world seems connected,
bound by something simple,
something pure.
Mira
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Mira  F
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