Silver Valley Stories
12/26/07
#105--My Tree--Hushed...Solemn
The cold was our pride, the snow was our beauty.
It fell and fell, lacing day and night together in a milky haze,
making everything quieter as it fell,
so that winter seemed to partake of religion
in a way no other season did,
hushed, solemn.
- Patricia Hampl
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