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Snow, like frosted cornflakes fell slowly to the ground. Look! Snow! It hasn’t snowed here since 1932 an ancient farmhand said, as a flake fell into his open palm and quickly disappeared into his nut-brown skin. Toothless he laughed and in dimmed eyes forgotten youth danced. Ah, transience my love, beauty never lasts, but leaves me something I ought to remember. Sun came and in an instant the idyllic winter scene vanished, evergreen bushes shook themselves as did weed along whitewashed walls. Yes, I have to send mother a Christmas card, not of snow but of the landscape where December flowers bloom and every drop of dew, on the outer field, briefly carry the nucleus of a holy rainbow. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Jan_Oskar_Hansen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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