SNOW
It is white, so white.
The herald of yuletide,
resplendent harbinger of yule pride,
and chilling evidence of winter.
Softly, dropping to the ground,
inexorably, enveloping everything.
A blanket of flakes and fluffs,
so natural, so cool.
It is white. It is snow.
The herald of yuletide,
resplendent harbinger of yule pride,
and chilling evidence of winter.
Softly, dropping to the ground,
inexorably, enveloping everything.
A blanket of flakes and fluffs,
so natural, so cool.
It is white. It is snow.
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