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Stark white was the fir in its blanket of snow worn down was the deer that hunger laid low gone were the green things clover and all   buried by the dampness of frigid snow fall harsh became the forest as vast as the sky leaving whitetail for miles to do nothing but die
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
Harsh Winter
Stark white was the fir in its blanket of snow worn down was the deer that hunger laid low gone were the green things clover and all   buried by the dampness of frigid snow fall harsh became the forest as vast as the sky leaving whitetail for miles to do nothing but die
TiberiasPaulk
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Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:58 PM UTC
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