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Winter, Blinded

Woke to the 
                cold
kiss of winter's ache and the
thud double dip and dance
of some kind of animal outside.
A fire burning somewhere. 

To you, the blind lady,
winter was just a series
of sensations –
the scratch of a naked branch,
the rain (only colder).

The utter embrace of silence.

 

 

This was for a contest on deviantART in which contestants were challenged to describe winter,...

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