late october, saturday nite, the wind outside howling, slamming suicidal snowflakes against the windowpane, they melt, slide down, form a puddle and evaporate, rise to the sky, come back as a drop of rain or an early morning frost.... maybe i'll get lucky and come back as a snowflake falling on christmas eve.....Birth sign: Libra
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