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The Winter

  The Winter   The Hawk cuts Through the Cool air Above. The Ground below is Frozen. The Oaks respect Her mighty Flight. Nature has no Match for her Grace. Squirrels Frolic amongst the Trees, They Play according to Ancient Ritual Greetings. Ignorance has Little Fear. The Bright Sun Warms the Wind. The Leaves have Fallen, Leaving the Trees Naked. The Rebirth is Coming. The Spring Awaits the Cleansing Of the Cold Winter. The Sun rises... Read More
Posted by Kevin Merigian at Tuesday, December 6, 2016
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