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Its great the city, whole city's covered, buried in snow again~
it quiets the machine
it s simple nature which comes over like a crowd settling momentarily
over' la ville'
if I knew how to
invent
snow
i'd
send
it flying
flung
round
the
planet
as
a
great
mother's arms
around its unsettled
seething
body
calm
as
some
goddess
a
mother
protecting
her
full body
of
children
Earth ~
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