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Gentle flurries

Carried on the wind

If I caught a snowflake

I'd keep it forever and then

I would let it go

To fly with it's dear brethren

And watch as it transforms the land

And beautifies the air

Hot cocoa, in my hand

I hear the children laughing

I hear the carolers

But the thing that I see the most

Is the abundance of the snow