The Snow Storm

The snow, like a curtain, falls over everything, the great gray curtain; it separates the world from itself — it dulls all sounds, arranges trees undemanding of the eyes.

Life is shrouded, but all truth rises bubbling away, slipping around the bushes, the creeks still open, while the snow shrinks, nearly disappears, stunning the life back into its shapes, into the heart of creation.

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