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Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Snow
Snow;
White and foamy, slipping between my fingers;
Enveloping the mountain tops, reaching the grey clouds;
Enclosed in the gloomy mist, clinging to bare trees;
Stiff, but slippery;
Beautiful but deadly.
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