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The flower in this
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A walk
into the white We breathe the white quiet beauty of the brook, snow slipping silently from the leaves, dusting the face with a feathers touch. |
A sign
in another place, " kindly respect the silence of others." |
We
walked in another time, fuelled with fears of madness, hers and mine. Fears imagined and fears realised, dissolving now in the sparkling snow on the silent walk into the white. back home |