Blending with the wind,
Snow falls;
Blending with the snow,
The wind blows.
By the hearth
I stretch out my legs,
Idling my time away
Confined in this hut.
Counting the days,
I find that February, too,
Has come and gone
Like a dream.
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So harmonius with nature! <3 I love the part of showing the wind's and the snow's dual dependency, going simultaneously with the protagonist's peaceful accord with the natural world
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utter peace!
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Indeed. How I long to enjoy the mundane.
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