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Winter Mornings

You are the pure white snow gently falling upon the roofs of buildings, like a dove landing on a branch.

You are the roads being coated with ice, like paint being poured onto a canvas.

You are the boots tip-toeing through the thickening layers of snow.

You are the Forest of Dean painted in white, like the clouds above.

You are winter.

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