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Late evening snow has blanketed the land

Turning all that is to wedding cake,

Broken only by the shards which stand

Crystaled near the edges of the lake

Where she dances, innocent, as though

This virgin world were fashioned just for her

And its fragile unity, aglow

With promise, waits till we concur,

Joining the figures that she traces here

Across the Downs and out above the Sea

To link earth and water, fire and air,

In one eternal round of harmony.

Brian Hick February 2012

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