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This poem from one of our readers seems appropriate for today.
A Winter Night by Chloe, 12, Minnesota

White. Pure white crystals.
Ice hanging on our house.
Night is when snow starts to fall.
The stove roars and Dad throws logs into it.
Eerie whiteness going on forever.
Rosy cheeks as we come in from the cold.

 

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