Awakened by the sound of a hushed world. Silence, the color of white. Lights aglow from the rooftops and trees, muted by the swirling flecks. Drifting through the air--fluffy, frozen perfection. Points and filigree, fluttering on a breath. Swirling and scattering, embracing all, while suppressing sound. Blankets of quiet--settling into drifted swells.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Snow
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Very nice! I liked this a lot.
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