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WINTERS PRESENCE SEEN AND FELT,
IT HAS US IN ITS CLUTCHES.
TEMPS ARE LOW,
THE WIND IS COLD,
SNOW THE SEASONS BLANKET.
AND STILL IT CALLS...
TO ME OUTSIDE...
TO WALK AMONG ITS TREASURES.
THE CRYSTAL LAKE,
OF LEAFLESS TREES,
THE GROUND FROZEN WHITE AND LIFELESS.
A PALE BLUE SKY IS OVERHEAD,
WITH SPRAYS OF GRAYISH SMOKE SWIRLING.
I MAKE MY WAY ALONG THE TRAIL,
A TRAIL I'VE WALKED BEFORE,
YET STILL IT ALL SEEMS DIFFERENT.
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WALK IN WINTERS PARK
WALK IN WINTERS PARK
