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so, on a different note� the freezing rain outside looks like shards of glass falling from the sky. the snow glitters in streetlights & passing cars like the stars decided to come down for a visit. i am cold tonight, yet at peace, with the white noise of the storm whispering in my ears. the city speaks in hushed tones & the muted song of trains in the distance. crystalline flakes reflect all my light, startle the eye & hide the distance. all this water, suspended in time, waits for warmth to set it free. it sits quietly, waiting for the chance to blend back into the soil, to seek its own level, to help slumbering seeds to grow. i understand the spirit of snow. more later. |
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