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Bitterly cold
Numb fingers
Silent sheep
Owls hide
In stone walls
Frost on the road
A rainbow light
Low down
In the north
My breath rising
Like incense
Into a lilac sky
And the glorious sun,
rising like a red god
Blazing
Lighting the snow in gold.

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