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| * Out of the bosom of the air, Out of the cloudfolds of her garment shaken, Over the woodlands, brown and bare Over the harvest-fields forsaken, Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow. ~~By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.~~ * |
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| "Home for the Evening" by Thomas Kinkaid |
| Winter's Beauty |
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