Ice
Sunlit blanket
Of fluffy snow
Etches a sculpture,
Marble against sky.
Lacy ice
Forms a window
Shielding
From the worst truth.
It was not heralded
By a mushroom cloud,
But the end's beginning
Is still
Beautiful.
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