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Here is my ode to winter in a rural landscape where storm follows storm
softening the forms of field and farm and eliminating all color save the red
barns and blue silos.
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Here is my ode to winter in a rural landscape where storm follows storm
softening the forms of field and farm and eliminating all color save the red
barns and blue silos.
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