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Through Filtered Lens

She saw the world through filtered lens.

Washed out colours begging for the beginning of colour and light.

Leaving behind the vestiges of winter.

Yearning for the warming glow of sunlight, the pungent scent of warm mud, the breath of sweet breeze.

But today,

gray.

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