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Snow all across the ground

containing so much heat;
above the frigid crunching sound
are made a million feet:

The water is one form,
the ice is yet another;
Nature inverts the norm–
the man becomes a mother:

The pages flip and pop;
bright eyes can truly see
that true stories do not stop;
they simply cease to be:

The waves of spring approach: the salty air
is near and dear; its heart is everywhere.
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