Freshly fallen
snow creating
a blank canvas
to repaint the
world.
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Bundled under
a tower of blankets,
frost forming on
my window as the
snow falls in the
backdrop behind it.
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My backyard smells like clean
laundry and quiet.
The snow is
suffocating teh trees and
choking all sounds until
it's so silent, I can hear
snowflakes hitting the ground.
It's dark;
the snow sparkles.
My backyard is pristine.
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Snow covers the ground.
Roads are icy and dangerous,
but we still take the
adventure to see
each other.
All of this
just for nervous
glances over bowls
of mac and cheese.
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