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"I shall have winter now and lessening days, Lit by a smoky sun with slanting rays, And after falling leaves, the first determined frost, The colors of the world will all be lost, So be it; the faint buzzing of the snow Will fill the empty boughs, And after sleet storms I shall wake to see A glittering glassy plume of every tree. Nothing shall tempt me from my firelit house. And I shall find at night a friendly ember And make my life of what I can remember." Sara Teasdale. I shall have a copy of the book I got that from soon, a Hallmark collection that I gave away, silly me. First snow came on the weekend. I don't mind snow; I do mind ice, which is what snow ends up as here in Toronto. Current Mood: contemplative Current Music: It's Now Winter's Day
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