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Icicle drippings, slower under western blush,hint frozen silence.A woodpecker clings upside-down under his limb,tuning the forest.Cat crossing my yard-- shadow of the Infinitestalking the Unknown.Broken branch still clings to all the tree it has known,breeze-swayed above ground.My sturdy white pine preaches calm to the maplesstripped bare in the yard.
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