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18 Its shining whiteness blinds the eyes,
    the mind marvels at its steady fall.
19 He scatters frost like salt;
    it shines like blossoms on the thornbush.
20 He sends cold northern blasts
    that harden the ponds like solid ground,
Spreads a crust over every body of water,
    and clothes each pool with a coat of armor.

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