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May you find a grove of birch that nestles next to pine,
Where light cascades the snow until the meadows shine.
May you hear a tumbling stream refreshing old-age stones,
And wander through the crunching snow that only nature owns.
A walk in any season's woods where gentle things survive
Can guide your inner paths of thought and sing your heart alive.
