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Updated: Oct 28, 2022

Snowflakes fall softly like powdered sugar on rye.

Never faltering from the sparkling sky,

Oblivious to the frosty cold,

Wondering where they will land.

Frost crackles on windows, leaves, and earth,

Landing snowflakes, melting softly.

Always quietly sitting and watching.

Kinesthetic drifting, each one turning softly in the wind.

Each one different and unique.

Silently relaxing with a sigh.


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