A mass
No movement
Light snow covers the surface
Solid ice into the depths
Small birds long for fish
No chance
The still air brings strained silence
Whites and Greys all around
A clean canvas
Sunlight barely peeks through the clouds
Its last minute attempt to warm the land
We enter the time of reverence
Part of the organism
One
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