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  • My friend AT, who wishes to remain Anonymous, wrote this poem and did the artwork to go with it:


    Snow and Melt

    still magic
    in its shower of white particles
    of different sizes
    and shapes.
    With minds of their own,
    tossing and turning,
    leaping and lurching,
    dancing and darting
    making piles to sit and rest.
    Then gone,
    into drips of water
    and wet leaves,
    and forlorn branches
    gently moving back and forth
    in their goodbye.


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