Dripping Icicles
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Hiding behind drifts of snow, watching activities going on around us with wonder.
Stillness, watching us as we leisurely rest in pockets of genuine love.
At last, we choose to get up and walk down plowed lanes, towards the top of the mountain, seeing icicles hanging from trees, dripping into memory's mind.
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