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the silent of the night, is so serene in this cold stillness, flue vapors tickle the darkness, trails disappear mounds of snow, piled high slowly melt from underneath waiting for the daylight sun help to nourish the frozen ground occasionaly, racoons, nights burgulars slueth silently, scrounging for scraps naked trees branches, fingers reach sun's rays flex them in the breeze patchwork of inkling green and brown amongst the receding white dusk of winter, slowly fades gives way to spring, rebirth
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
spings rebirth
the silent of the night, is so serene in this cold stillness, flue vapors tickle the darkness, trails disappear mounds of snow, piled high slowly melt from underneath waiting for the daylight sun help to nourish the frozen ground occasionaly, racoons, nights burgulars slueth silently, scrounging for scraps naked trees branches, fingers reach sun's rays flex them in the breeze patchwork of inkling green and brown amongst the receding white dusk of winter, slowly fades gives way to spring, rebirth
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Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
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