Wandering in the snow in silence,
I note the truth of a cliché:
All the world is bathed in calm
Covered by a thick, white blanket.
In appearance, solid, soft, and white,
In reality, a mass of crystals,
Each unique and delicate.
Tiny beads of moisture, frozen,
Falling from impressive heights.
Following these thoughts with my eyes,
I look up and I see such
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