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walking on a winters day
walking through a forest
on a winters day
snow crunching under
the weight of boots
breath becomes frost
fire
a murder of crows
cawing in the cold
distance
skies, clouds the colour
of gray like some eternal
pathway to heaven
the ice collects on my
hood
gifts of nature's
hand
at this moment, solitude
becomes
birth
beautiful
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