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Only in the winter is it anywhere nearly safe to gaze upon the Snow
Angel's pale yellow watery halo. Only in the winter is the sun gentle.
Especially when seen through a tangle of bare black twisted tree
branches or through the dirty window of the passenger's seat in a car.
It is like a cry from the sea that things are still alive. You just have
to look for them, before night falls, and night falls fast.
And now I will delete it
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