a gift in wind, water, white:
- blowing snow, though I am not happy to see it, it is in fact lovely swirling through the air
- running water, clean and cold from my faucet, and the fact that I have never needed to carry it on my head in a jerry can from a contaminated river
- my sins, cleansed. “Come now, let us settle the matter,” says the Lord. “Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool. Isaiah 1:18
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