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A menacing road, the fresh snow glistens.

A snowy owl stops and listens.

A scuttling rodent becomes his meal

I don’t want to know how it feels

My home is not so far away, just a walking distance.

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Happiness is a choice

Look! what a sunny morn

My heart escalate and only feel happy thoughts form

Wish I could pass this along
To my little friend who need happy songs

Gratitude is the magic elixir that helps me through every storm