A dusting of pure white blankets the fields.
Life is constrained,
Growth does not penetrate,
Emptiness surrounds.
This State of Being grasps and pulls.
My brain searches, searches, searches, yet nothing new appears.
Indiana snow permeates my mind.
In solemn contemplation I know I must go forth and continue to explore.
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