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Jan 2012
Walking around, the air is cold.
My pale nose turns red and
Something white
Lands on my eyelash.
It's a tiny little snowflake,
so fragile and light.

Falling from the sky,
It's all around me now.
Tiny little flakes,
Reminders of joy.
Winter is here,
So let it snow.
Tya Crosse
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