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Winter is what happens when the earth briefly turns away. This is the place where memories were warm; where the sun gathered its lovers for a sermon on play. Now poems of frost wrap around branches, flying loosely to the next branch. Sunlight touches curiously through the river diamonds searching for a name. The gems remain silent in their private thoughts, embarrassed by their loneliness.

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