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After the Blizzard
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Mad Musings
As much as I abhor Winter, I do adore Snow,
the stillness of the morning after a blizzard
when the landscape prostrates hidden
under crisp white evenness
I topple over into a drift, stay where I lay and
mimic an icy angel, debating the pros and
cons of never getting up again
A single thought rousts me from my frozen
drowse... I must not die before my father
