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In The Crunch Of The Snow

as I stroll in the
morning darkness
my breath floats
in subtle clouds

each one a little
dream of you
that drifts away
into a waiting
universe

where time slows
winds down to a
mere trickle and
as I near the
houseI can see
you waiting for
me in the kitchen
window
HamBone42
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