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There's rain in the air
And cold enough for sleet
There's an even light
Across the sky
Bright despite the weather
Whisps of mist sit ragged on the clough
Drifting softly in their white
Like gentle ghosts
Winding through the trees
And there,
Lit by the whiteness
The brightness
The shining sky
Three roe-deer does,
Telling their ancient story
Willing me on
And waiting for me.

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