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Here comes the winter wind, each snowman's unseen scarf, to stir the snow, to wake the trees in a percussion of chattering.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 12, 2020.
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When I see the snowman's scarf, I see those old hands that fashioned it from the longest piece of yarn.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 12, 2020.
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The snowman's scarf in this winter wind conjures notions of his flight, as he was truly walking in the air.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 12, 2020.
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In my imagination, the snowman grew a beating heart, his snow melted to water and yet he kept his shape and sweet brown arms. I saw this new version so gleeful in his scarf, the wool giving him a rainbow glow and promising him a brand new start.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 12, 2020.
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And in the frozen landscape our snowman's scarf became a reminder of the spring blooms to come.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, September 12, 2020.