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Snow thunder
Flakes come to us on wings of thunder, feathered drops to tickle the face, pile up like dandruff, blow about to settle over vacant lots and vacant eyes that cannot see the beauty of their wintry voice. The spark and flash, the transformer's blast turn all to darkness. And still they whiten our world with rumbles. Snow rides with feathers on wings of thunder. Kåre Enga catalogue number: [162.554] 20 november 2005 for:
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