Loveliness of winter

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I walk through snowy fields, listening to the whisper of snow falling in old hedge rows, hearing the ripple of a little stream flowing dark over sodden leaves, through snowy banks that reach to the water's edge. Everything is hushed except a cawing crow, lost and flying blind through the swirling snow.

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