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. . .

"Shhh."
It's always quiet when it snows.
White crystals falling gently to the ground.
"...Be gentle."
Why listen to the world?
When there's no sound is when everything's all right.
"... ...I'm so cold."
White never stays
Always tainted by blues, and greens, and the dark red.
"... ... ...It's all right."
But it won't be.
nothing is ever all right when the snow is so perfect.
"... ... ... ..."
Just the quiet now.
The quiet and the deep red snow.