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This is a tribute to the season of which i enjoy. It is both fiction and a memory |
| I remember my favorite season of all. The joy that spread through the world. How often the bells tolled in joy through the world. For how the trees would smell of pine so nice Ginger that smell spread through the house I wake to the joyful world I walk out to the white rain and the white ground. While in peace the sledders go for the sake of fun they have. The season sadly may end soon but all year long joy to the beutiful world and I remember my favorite season of all. |