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Warm nights thaw all but a few rapidly loosing snow-bones in sheltered garden...
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Vårvinter arrives.
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Sunrising ever only wearily yet still on the cusp of crowning the spruce tips.
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Tramping through the swath of dusk.
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Layering straw where frequent passage gutters the garden.
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Fingers digging into chilly, sludge soft beds.
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An unkindness of ravens announcing its presence.
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A night of lashings breaking to heavy mist morning.
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Storm winds bring the mountain to a deafening broil.
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Minus-twenty-degree drifts burying the front steps.