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"I cried over beautiful things
knowing no beautiful thing lasts...
new beautiful things come in the
first spit of snow
on the northwest wind,
and the old things go, not one lasts."
- Carl Sandburg
Like in a dream when everyday objects
become uneveryday and fluffy with no hard edges.
Life shouldn't be so hard-edged all the time,
Ullr, the old Norse god of snow, wills it.
Ever so often, even the Vikings
took off their helmets and played with bunnies.
or, so it has been whispered in my ear
by an old Norse god.
Officially, 5.8 inches in Knoxville,
the deepest snow in 18 years.
Life shouldn't be so hard-edged all the time,
Ullr, the old Norse god of snow, wills it.
Ever so often, even the Vikings
took off their helmets and played with bunnies.
or, so it has been whispered in my ear
by an old Norse god.
Officially, 5.8 inches in Knoxville,
the deepest snow in 18 years.
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