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Winter beauty and all its mysteries. |
| 3rd Place Winner-Inkblot's Poetry Contest Round 6 Do you see me? I am here. Hidden amidst the beauty of winter's barren limbs. If fields have eyes and woods have ears, Do you see what they see? Hear what they hear? I am larger than my fleshly friend, quieter than her too. Hard to view, Harder still to touch. Created from the artist's eyes. Molded from hand and vision. Do you see me? I am here. **** E-mail me if you need help finding her. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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