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The shovel beside the door cleared a path to the hearth.
Yesterday’s piercing wind left no grave in the earth.
Stripped of its cruelty, the winter grows mild,
Softening into a fleeting grace that I can finally hold.

(Inspired by comment #101223 A special thanks to Okt! )

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