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Senses

March 12, 2009
By XxMeganxX BRONZE, Lubec, Maine
XxMeganxX BRONZE, Lubec, Maine
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I see the light upon the horizon.
I smell the ice in the crisp winter air.
I hear the wind whisper 'a storm's approaching,'
I feel a chill shiver down my spine.
I taste the snow as it melts on my lips.
I think to myself, ' What a beautiful world.'


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