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She stood by the window looking out at the snow it was falling in slow large flakes. He was on the sofa smoking studying her figure. A nurse rushed past arms holding towels. The radio was on playing a Beatles' song. Her wrist stung where the stitches pulled against skin. The Scottish woman was moaning about the weather. Another nurse walked past eyeing him sitting there smoking with his intense stare. The Indian woman walked to a fro across the ward muttering either curse or prayer. He walked over to the window where she stood watching the snow falling slow Their hands touched. Skin on skin. Her bandaged wrist touched his bandaged wrist. They studied the snow but didn't kiss.
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
Watching Snow 1971
She stood by the window looking out at the snow it was falling in slow large flakes. He was on the sofa smoking studying her figure. A nurse rushed past arms holding towels. The radio was on playing a Beatles' song. Her wrist stung where the stitches pulled against skin. The Scottish woman was moaning about the weather. Another nurse walked past eyeing him sitting there smoking with his intense stare. The Indian woman walked to a fro across the ward muttering either curse or prayer. He walked over to the window where she stood watching the snow falling slow Their hands touched. Skin on skin. Her bandaged wrist touched his bandaged wrist. They studied the snow but didn't kiss.
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TerryCollett
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TerryCollett
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Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC
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