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The hissing snow is the
Only sound
On a quiet grey-skied day.
The aural orchestra of
Millions of crystals
Crashing to the ground
And breaking.
Meg the Introvert
What Are Your Stories, Morning Glories?
The hissing snow is the
Only sound
On a quiet grey-skied day.
The aural orchestra of
Millions of crystals
Crashing to the ground
And breaking.
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