It is a tired grey day of rest resting.
Outside my window, there is no wind.
The land is quiet, immemorial, awaiting a big snow.
The dried tops of plants stand still in the cold winter day.
Their roots and crowns are vibrant and alive beneath the hard frozen ground.
Outside my window, there is no wind.
The land is quiet, immemorial, awaiting a big snow.
The dried tops of plants stand still in the cold winter day.
Their roots and crowns are vibrant and alive beneath the hard frozen ground.
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