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I'll assign the only things about winter that I like -
How the snow at night on the edge of the lights is grey and shadowed.
How when you're driving and it's dull or night out, and the powdered snow blows across the road and weaves and roils like poisonous fog over a deadly bog - that's beautiful.
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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