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The sun plays hide-and-go-seek on a midwinter's afternoon, Darting constantly towards the next available cloud. Shielded. Beside my intermittent shadow flutter my companions, Guided by the ever-changing, blustery gusts. The snowflakes follow me home. Windy, wafting whispers winding through dormant branches, I hold my breath and count to ten to ignore their murmurs. Gossiping. Hazy February clouds conceal indistinct peeps. Should nobody else join me, The snowflakes follow me home. As I pass through the threshold and traipse across the floor, Legs chilled and wavering over creaky wooden planks. Weary. But I glimpse once more, out through tempered glass panes, Reassured and reveling in the knowledge, The snowflakes follow me home.
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
Snowflakes
The sun plays hide-and-go-seek on a midwinter's afternoon, Darting constantly towards the next available cloud. Shielded. Beside my intermittent shadow flutter my companions, Guided by the ever-changing, blustery gusts. The snowflakes follow me home. Windy, wafting whispers winding through dormant branches, I hold my breath and count to ten to ignore their murmurs. Gossiping. Hazy February clouds conceal indistinct peeps. Should nobody else join me, The snowflakes follow me home. As I pass through the threshold and traipse across the floor, Legs chilled and wavering over creaky wooden planks. Weary. But I glimpse once more, out through tempered glass panes, Reassured and reveling in the knowledge, The snowflakes follow me home.
Thought about this while walking home in a snowstorm.
andrew-dunham
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Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 10:03 PM UTC
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