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Snow
Snow came last night to rest on her way to colder places.
I woke to her, smiling.
An old lover.
We spent the day in wondering silence.
Two old friends in two old chairs.
Hands touching.
I recall my tears at her painful diamond brilliance.
How she salted my coal black hair during our lovers walks.
My hair is long gone but her brilliance remains.
She sighs.
Caresses my face.
The tears return.
Gently, she kisses my cheek.
She will be gone tomorrow.
