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Jack Frost came to visit
me late last night. I
never even saw him but he
left me a message written
upon my window. His breath
was frozen to the panes
as he spoke. In Spring as
the ice starts to melt
away, it will release his voice,
and I will finally get to hear
“Winter is here” but it will
be too late.
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