Have you ever been outside on a snowy day? With tiny pale flakes, everywhere. They dance around you.
For a moment, you might believe in snowfairies.
All left to do is dance. You twirl and you catch the snow everywhere. Your cheeks. Your tongue. All turned white; erased. Icy cold penetrates you.
Everything is wet and water. Why would you dance in snow, only to have it melt?
Each snowfairy was different. Each a work of art. A masterpiece. Unique.
But every one of them melted.
For a moment, you might believe in snowfairies.
All left to do is dance. You twirl and you catch the snow everywhere. Your cheeks. Your tongue. All turned white; erased. Icy cold penetrates you.
Everything is wet and water. Why would you dance in snow, only to have it melt?
Each snowfairy was different. Each a work of art. A masterpiece. Unique.
But every one of them melted.


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