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*this* John W. Hays' take on things and experiences

Winter

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winter
dawn
snow
flakes
falling
piling
deep
everywhere
white
frost
ice
crystals
growing
blowing
melting
freezing
silence
squeaky
cold
bitter
biting
tracks
footprints
drifts
breath
clouds
dusk
gray
monochrome
darkness
stars
stillness
winter

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Written by johnwhays

January 21, 2023 at 11:00 am

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