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There is something about the shorter days that weighs on the soul
There are things that can’t be said
There are feelings that rise late in the cold blue morning
There is a shallowness to the breath and the brief cloud of fog
And passing memories
like music written
And like so much of life
Winter
Defined by the lack of day
lack of leaves
lack of heat
Lack of time
Lack of light
And a dry cold wind blowing through the trees

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