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December 3, 2008

in the words of Boris

Snow swept over the earth,
Swept it from end to end.
The candle on the table burned,
The candle burned.

Like swarms of summer midges
Drawn to the flame
The snowflakes
Flocked to the window.

The driven snow drew circles and arrowa
On the window pane.
The candle on the table burned,
The candle burned.