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Sep 2015
Fluffy snow was drifting late at night,
and the light pollution in the parking lot
captured each snowflake's descent.

"Locate your flake"
said the boy, whose name
rhymes with teal
and is also a sitting postion in the catholic church

The one as high up as you can see
The one that speaks to you.

Watch that one until it hits your tongue.
and you will be blessed.
Making a scene trying to catch snowflakes in our mouths in the target parking lot.
Autumn
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Autumn  23/F/Michigan
(23/F/Michigan)   
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