White World Listen to the silence beneath this snow blanket - when still a child, I read of such magic  . . .      Winter Musings Snowman, through your coal eyes are there only shadows? Do you dream white bears, and icebergs drifting?    Reflections  Snowbound. In my white world I paint rainbow circles  .  .  . no beginnings, no more loose ends, just this  .  .  .

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