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Perfectly Imperfect

It is always thus As the first flakes tumble Strewn from the palms of angels An endless repetition of a miracle An aide-mémoire of you   I pause on the sidewalk My eyes gaze heavenward A trillion silent crystals dance Reign down upon my head   Snowflakes whisper whirl Frenzied, blowy, frozen tears Of fancies […]

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