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a late
····snow in the frog pond—only the sound
········of ice
····snow in the frog pond—only the sound
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A bitter cold is visiting these last couple nights. In the morning the grasses are covered by snow and the evergreens glazed as if winter momentarily returned. I am amazed tonight, by how quiet it is—not even the birds.
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151 April 5th 2016 | bottlecap
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