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Jun 2018
Is there winter in her mirror?
This morning, she woke up to the sense of first snow.
Her roses bloomed. Still she was afraid to look at herself.
On the bridge, not far from her windows, someone held a dozen balloons, letting them float into warm sky, one by one.
One after one snowflakes fell in a parallel world.
She put her white linen dress on and went outside.
Written by
Edera
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