On a Chilled Wind Winter comes to tell us to be still, to stand and look out windows onto landscapes scrubbed barren by winds that scrape away the excess, to watch snow laid down piece by piece on the smallest twig as scraps of the discarded, imperfections, are gently smoothed into graceful curves by chills…

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