Snowfall

Sometimes I like blizzards. The cold hard wind pounds at your face dripping soft petals of white onto the ground and it builds up into mound after mound.

Sometimes I think of it as my head. Where millions of thoughts run through and dance and bury themselves into the world of my subconscious. The real good thoughts that will remain stay buried under the snow. The bad ones are easily accessible.

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