Stars shimmer in a blue ice sky. The moon, ever crescent shape, hangs suspended above the frozen horizon. The bare branches reach their fingers to the sky, beckoning to the warmer days to come. Our hearts and souls, locked in the embrace of winter's grasp, search for the turning point that will bring the return of warmth, of sun, of life; the point of change, when we can begin to exhale again.

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