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"When you realize how perfect everything is you will tilt your head back and laugh at the sky" - Siddhartha Gautama

Some call it Winter

A chill–a sudden turn for the worse.

A white shower of dazzling bright and dreary wetness.

A frigid blast across the country.

Darkness is spreading…some call it winter.

Gone the green of exuberant creation.

Gone the struggle of growing things.

Winter has battled primavera for top

And won.

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