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Mists of SnowA Poem by DeepshikhaA wind gust. The snow that I've thrown flies up, and into my face. There is nothing greater than that little pleasure. |
gales |
Mists of SnowA Poem by DeepshikhaA wind gust. The snow that I've thrown flies up, and into my face. There is nothing greater than that little pleasure. |
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