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Out there in the cold, 

the shorter days aside,

The windy nights ignored.

I could never find peace in the snow.

To slosh through the slush,

It was hell enough.

To be stifled by the wind

My skin is to thin.

But now I find a peace at last,

The cold not a bother,

I'm collected in the face of the icy winds.

I'm free to fall on top of the snow.

Spring may come around,

But I will not be found.

I will not be seen,

Not in the forest or the ravine.

Heaven spread its icy wing,

So that I may enjoy what winter bring.