Wintry Grace

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Snow covers the soil’s transgressions, a frozen blanket of grace smothering the sins of seasons now passed. The cold playfully imposing its will, while demanding unbridled acquiescence through winter’s seemingly endless despair.
Once again life bargains for renewal.
For another chance, another hour, another unsullied slate upon which to rebuild and reconnect.
Slowly, imperceptibly, perhaps unwittingly, we begin to hear the music from that endless cosmic dance, to understand the accommodations, bestowed timelessly and gently, through that unbroken wintry grace

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