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Winter Solstice

By John F. NeileyGlenwood Springs The tattered remnants of the year unwindAs Earth leans weary on its wobbling pole.The waning sun retreats to warmer climesTo shield its pallid face from wind and cold.  The ragged butt ends of the day burn low,While darkness of the longest night draws near.The river ebbs and freezes, choked and […]

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