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On the first warm night,

for I have known winter, 

I walked through the
 door,

with fear, 

a thick coat,

upon
 my back,

in icy anticipation,
 

the moon –

a visage
,

a blue glowing through the thickets 
and trees,

the scented, soft black air -
 

it was there then that 
I laid down my arms.

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