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Tuesday, February 03, 2009
frozen, rustles, silence
In the Grove, the snow, as it thaws, is falling off the trees, and pieces of it land in the shrubbery with a rustle and a sigh.
At night, when it has snowed, you awake; and even in the town, everything is quiet. And you say to yourself, that is silence.
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