...it should be snowing but it isn't.
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my window sweats. The mist
outside may freeze. It will
feel and look like snow
for anyone underneath it.
Only when it thaws should we know
the truth, that it is
a blank white page, bleached
of grand professions falling
to the ground as a soft powder.
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