I noticed it was snowing, dirty snow,
big fat flakes drifting slowly down.
I was not surprised, although it wasn’t cold—
such strange things have been known
to happen. Now I was dreaming,
I was dancing in the snow, head thrown
back, arms out, hands open
to catch the flakes that floated down,
warm and soft on my fingers
like soft, greasy ashes. And now
we were running and screaming....
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