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A Blissful Blizzard

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Snow, like a thousand tiny
cutouts
from a thousand tiny witches' paper snowflakes, drifts dizzily from the skies.
Like a million feathers from a gods' pillowfight in the sky.
Like small, cold stars come in for a landing.
I stare up until the ice freezes a picture in my mind, and go inside.




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