MAKING SENSE ON A SNOWY MORNING my woods fill up with snow someone is lost there or lives there if he is a fox he could come to the back step for the turkey carcass if he is a bird he could bring his beak to the front porch rail where the seed is if he is only a gust of wind a few flakes of snow a certain distance between branch and ground or a shadow whose sun has not yet come it only makes sense he stay put
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