--Karina BorowiczThe snow taps a patternon my skin. I always think of snowas a living thing,have always believed in its body,that snow's silence is its own choosing.The breath of snow.Inaudible, but so is the breath of any wildnessto our ears.This is the first day it has dared come so closein a long time, and I'm not afraid.
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