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renewed conversations...crisp words falling...brittle to the cold hardened snow...cracking like the branches in the wood...a snap...a muffled crash...then silence...a time for wondering... |
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renewed conversations...crisp words falling...brittle to the cold hardened snow...cracking like the branches in the wood...a snap...a muffled crash...then silence...a time for wondering... |
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