Snow drifts around your face like a soft curtain covering the world.
The tree branches dip and sway under the weight of the silvery snow.
Everything is quiet.
Muted.
There's no sound except the soft rhythm of your breath through your scarf.
The cool air coats your eyelashes as you sigh out happily,
and you tip back your head to catch a snowflake on the tip
of your tongue.
The tree branches dip and sway under the weight of the silvery snow.
Everything is quiet.
Muted.
There's no sound except the soft rhythm of your breath through your scarf.
The cool air coats your eyelashes as you sigh out happily,
and you tip back your head to catch a snowflake on the tip
of your tongue.
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