Aching hours filled by penetrating glances through falling snow,
concentrating against the threat of sliding catastrophe;
And then again, through dripping rain that clouds the eyes
concentrating against the threat of sleepy ruin;
But 'tween the two, the joy of earthward streaming light
in the warm glow of hours gladly spent with friends
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