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Snowstorm

The sky brightened to steady grey
showing the swells and ridges of snow that fell,
the world busily churning it from the air while we slept.

Now, just rest. Breathe and look out the window
at this passing moment. Snow stopped falling
an hour ago.

Now, you try. See how quiet

Now, before anyone else wakes and we
hurry to match the world’s efforts by
making breakfast and mistakes and covering
them all with flurries of snow and words.

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