WINTEE 



the beautiful bark is adorned with 

 efflorescent crystals. All through the 

 early morning hours, down enchanted 

 gray aisles and from the fan-shaped 

 branches, these spangles of silver dust 

 float in the air. 



The mellow south wind arrived one 

 day and started a thousand tiny 

 streams, crowding and racing down 

 the hillsides, and Winter hastily gath- 

 ered up her tattered robes and fled. 



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