absolution
hmmm
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bundled and warm cold crisp air stings with each inbreath
hmmm
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tears drawn away by the cold or are they
hmmm
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muffled but heightened as within the confessional silence descends as Nature dons her alb
hmmm
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a puff of warm air echoing as through a long narrow cylinder the absence of sound amplified by the tenuous fall of prayers returning to earth’s chapels
hmmm
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this soft white blanket of compassion buries weed dirt death while above the shroud
hmmm
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trees stark against blue pure sky limbs beseeching beseeching beseeching
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for a moment
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pulse rate changes with emotion
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love hope redemption joy
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baptized in Grace forgiven
Writers Envy 
It feels like a meditation. I love this
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Yes. Meditating with the mesmerizing enchantment of a new fallen snow.
Thank you 🙂
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Reblogged this on Anna Dobritt — Author.
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Very different style I’d say… I saw it before, but was ‘shy’ to comment lol I’m a shy one haha
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You? Shy? NOT 😊
Very different for me. It occurred to me a week ago that I had hit on my own style–not this one though. I wanted to convey how our breathing seems so loud in the solitude and silence of a new-fallen snow.
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a bit transcending/beyond my reach, but i like the idea, and breathing-association and images.
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Absolutely beautiful. Love it as I stare outside.
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Thank you. I’m happy you enjoyed it 😊
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