Birdsong disturbs my slumber.
Sleepily, I push a rocky eyelid open with my finger.
The winter landscape is no more.
Gone are the snowy hills,
The virgin whiteness and cold.
The mount undulates on the horizon
Kissing the clear blue skies that greet me,
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Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 
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