Cold as a Reset

The brown goldenrod stalk wiggling stiffly in the breeze ovals out a hole in the snow. The top has snapped, leaving the dead bloom to brush the snow in a semicircle trace.

This is the sort of thing that makes the reappearance of green all the more miraculous.

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