The trees are naked, the water is frozen in time from the currents of Summer. The air wraps her icy fingers around you and holds you close and softly whispers in her icy breath "child of the snow, child of the ice, go forth and dream of days of greenery and meadows of flowers".Colors of blue, colors of white, ribbons of gold which cause delight. Winter's palette, what beauty.
To know nature as your flesh begets a refreshing kind of loneliness. Sacred sticks and stones never forsake you, stillness faithful as the dawn. All the untouched earth is your hiding place, an evergreen canopy your timeless cache of inspired abandon. The quiet of rivers, birds, bark crackling in the wind interrupted only by your tread - how lovely, how lonely.
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