December 24

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The unbelievable
brightness of snow,

coming from low gray
the mountain pass

was a different day
set inside

a bleaker one.
Only thirty minutes

to make it through
the graphic reach

of trees,
the whole wide

scene a black
and white book

for new born eyes,
awe displacing

fear entirely,
for a moment

the hard rime,
the steep grade

descent, forgotten,
lost in the story

that ends with:
even in all this

there’s a kernel
of kindness.

And so we begin,

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