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Friday, March 18, 2005


A Winter's View


It's snowing outside. Heavily, but not lying. Beyond the can on the sill, there it floats, peeking through dust specked glass. The further I look the more it turns to mist. I sigh.
The baptist church is obscured from view, not only by the wind swept mist, but also by the gnarled arms of a bare, black tree. The wind is easing and I can now respect the beauty of each flake, no longer a flowing mass, but now each individual, wonderful.

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