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In winter's hush, the clouds drift slow,
A tapestry of white aglow,
They whisper dreams of days to be,
Where hopes take flight, wild and free.
With every flake that softly falls,
The world adorned in silence calls,
A canvas pure, where visions blend,
A promise held, that will not end.☁️ 0 reply
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