A Trail of Flowers
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Snow
Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.
--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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