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Winter's path carries me, guides me, leads me in to another realm. A world of glacial fingers that spiral above my head reaching out to embrace one another in a latticework of brilliance. Reverence fills the air, brisk sounds of crackling, crunching, are subdued by the pillowed banks of snow. The Earth lies virginal again, healing itself for another Spring. Replenishing new life in soundless sleep hidden from the eyes of Man. I am swept into her hideaway, for one brief moment, a part of the reconciliation of Earth's grand alliance with God. |
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