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Sweet Stillness

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In the wilderness
of snowfall, a hungry
raccoon will leave his footmarks.

I listen to the soundless
music of flurries,
flying like white moths
in blue light.

It is not dawn. Yet I
can see the outlines of
boats at the feet of―
lake moon.

You can walk now
amidst the frozen
thoughts.

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