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Quiet snow
approaching from the
north like a blanket
thrown over the bed of the
earth. Plain sense of things.
Approach me again,
take my hand. Listen —
There is a secret world —
Member-only story
Quiet snow
approaching from the
north like a blanket
thrown over the bed of the
earth. Plain sense of things.
Approach me again,
take my hand. Listen —
There is a secret world —