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FROZEN ROSES Walking in a white city, there are gardens in some old mansions where the winter breath of December clouds the pond, freezes the last rosebuds, obscuring the memory of summer. Stoats play in the snow among the statues, goldfinches fly over icy fountains. With moss and cotton-white snow under my feet, I pick a frozen rose and really feel that winter has come to town. A wonderful Decembe