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I stood beneath the street lamp as snowflakes crept stealthily down to join the legions of their ancestors blanketing the ground. The only sound came from a solitary, restless windchime. A few snowflakes lit upon my eyelashes, but dissolved quickly into me.

And I dissolved into them until my nose was a carrot and my eyes stared wide and black like coal.

Long after the windchime had given up it’s soliloquy, I still stood, and all that was left was the sound of snowflakes colliding with each other.

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