Winter Solstice
It snowed and snowed, the whole world over, Snow swept the world from end to end. A candle burned on the table; A candle burned.
Boris Pasternak
I'm not usually much for poetry, but, hey, I needed to put something up and a friend of mine sent me this. He lives in Denver. I hear they have snow there. Boris also wrote Dr. Zhivago.
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