Red, gold, green, brown drift,
gray grass waits as kites dance high—
last leaf feeds the earth.
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Winter Ritual
Winter arrives without asking. It comes quietly, often overnight, when the world has decided to slow down. Winter is cold. Winter is white. Winter lasts three long months—sometimes more—and sometimes it comes with snow, and sometimes only with the promise of it. Either way, it changes everything.
By Dagmar GoeschickExclusive • 2 months ago
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