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Old Bisbee in the Winter Ruby Odell Like burning embers in a snowy embrace old buildings of wood and brick nestled in the hills of OK street creaking in the cold warm us Humanity — beautiful in spite of itself Who doesn’t love the grace of the random? the haphazard on a hillside? And the work of the seasons their glorious shifts green of spring and gold of summer Rain and snow — the drapery of grey and white on what has been made by man now in the tenderness of a century past? All things change It is only for us to embrace this with all our brilliant sensory emanations and our blood-soaked hearts In the silence of creation in the great silence of mystery This sky of dark clouds now The hills mantled in white leafless trees in mounds of crystal pompoms small tufts of hibernating grasses some birds remain
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