the transcendental presence of snow made a serene gesture around the hopkins grounds.  blazed away a few breathers and i finally realized that the air had a transparent feel within the distance of a human aura.  winter is good, and so does a new perspective.  i walked away as the pine cones reminded me that the dream was yet a cognizant analysis of a natural beating of the heart.

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