As I bundle myself in tight, yet elusive memories
the snow falls timorously toward the unwelcoming, cold ground.
As I turn my face to the light
the speckles of winter carress my longing face
A warm chill strikes through my overflowing heart.
Still the snow falls
and still God loves
and still winter speckles gracefully tingle through my visage,
melting right into my soul.
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