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Ode to Winter

It’s snowing.

Looking out my window, I can see the fine, sparkling flurries dancing in the glow of the mercury light, high above my big, red barn.  red-barn-snow

I can see the snow drifting, the wind forcefully-carelessly tossing it about.

A child might imagine that there was an invisible man kicking around outdoors.  A child might pretend that the wispy, ethereal clouds blowing up from the earth were caused by his enormous, invisible feet.

If not for my loathing of winter, I would gaze upon the crisp, white landscape and gasp; for the mere sight of such beauty would steal the very breath from my lungs.

But…

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