It has snowed again.
I have now walked upon the new snow.
It was white, and bright and light
and from what I can remember was drumming against the window, lightly,
but warmed me and replaced my ego.
Please keep snowing.
If the snow stops i shall become spiritless and then
the next time it snows,
I'll be unknowing.
Since meeting the snow,
that cold night
buttered with ice
the sprinkles of grit,
I await its reply to me.
It will, stop.
it will stop snowing soon.
Low battery.
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