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The winter night comes; a cold, wet, towel across our eyes. T h e edges will be lifted in the morning; us to see - but not so soon I fear. Snow covers mistakes, smoothes differences, And treats everything with disrespect. It comes from behind to hide my small, deliberate movements,

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