And there it is. As clear as day. Finally, I see. For the first time.
She walks slowly through the trees, knee- (sometimes thigh-) deep in snow drifts. Setting loose a long-time companion far back along the path. She trudges ahead alone, tears staining her cheeks. A shadow now follows, bid back again by silver sweetness; the shadow is only that
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