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Friday, 25 November 2011
Winters Cold Grasp
And so autumn ends, all the leaves that will fall have fallen, and lie on the ground to become soil again. Winter clenches the forest in it's cold grasp, which will surely become an icy clench, and not a soul is to be found
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