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Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening 2014

Who’se woods these are, I’d rather not be told Nature is our mother, not to be bought and sold, Unseen, In a clearing, I park my car, to witness, Nature clothed in raiment, silvery white and gold. Chipmunks and squirrels … Continue reading

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