Sometimes the world puts a mask on. A mask, clean and white. A chilling mask, disasterous and deadly, but blanketing and sheltering. The snow covers branches, earth, and leaves like a false dream. A dream mistaken for a nightmare on the dead reaches of the street. Snow leaves morning grave-silent and still. Snow makes homes warmer. Snow makes imaginations more vivid. Snow makes pies and cookies appear on countertops. Snow makes plastic bags into coats for those on the street. Snow makes bodies warmer. Desires grow while watching flames lick the bricks lining fireplaces, teasing, tasting,. Snow makes Christmas feel like Christmas, and empty cupboards full from "charitable donations". Snow brings rose to cheeks, and scarlet wine to mouths. Snow causes celebration, migration, fornication and hibernation.
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