Mountains full of snow, many flakes called to the earth
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[I am making my own marshmallows today, oh yes I am!...home...made...marshmallows. Let that sink in]
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...My shadow is cast before me by the paleness of a certain star
after the moon is down. It won’t last long–another week,
maybe two. It’s like nothing I’ve seen. Night floats through
watery light. People step out at a certain hour. At first I
didn’t know why, then I joined them.
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