One small flake drifted sideways with the desolate winds
white with ancient but immediate origins
multi-faceted with a dull glow
solitary in shape but infinite in likenesses
one of uncountable and indescribable numbers
It seemed to encapsulate the cold with finality
the return to earth symbolic of a vicious and bitter cycle
so the innocuous speck dipped and dove and
not one face could fathom its breadth and depth
as it landed in the glazed eye of a still, cold child















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