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Bright sunlight sparkles on an icy pane,
glimmers through a finger traced design,
and leaves a light print on the wooden floor
moving slow across the stained oak boards
as the sun rises through the eastern skies.
Your small fingers traced the circle there,
eager to see beyond the icy pane
to the snow etching the dogwood tree.
You stared a moment at a snow shaped world,
skipped away to breakfast and to play,
leaving this sun print moving on the floor.
