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Winter has come and the wind and the rain Wash over the house in the glen. It cradles itself as if it were cold For no one still lives within. The door is now gone, the windows un-paned, The wood on the roof has gone slack. But it still lingers on, as if waiting for The people it loved to come back. From a poem by Kate Wiley
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