candy cane stakes bordering this path
edgings of red and white
from large to small
as we walk deeper into
what lies ahead
walking along the path
becoming smaller
shrinking
as if meant for depth
in a painting
but it is not a painting
it is real
we diminish
arriving at a cottage
surrounded by floating flakes
as if flakes of snow
we find ourselves
in a globe
that has been gently shaken
by the creator
of this dreamy place
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