Soft snow falling in the middle of a meadow. The dark is quietly interrupted by the snowflakes that land soundlessly. The ground is white, pure. I take a slow breath in and the air burns my nose a bit. The cold is refreshing. Outside like this, its unique. A beautiful kind on lonely. In the country with the front porch light in the distance, I am still. And all is silent.

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