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Four The car pulled up as I handed a dollar out the window,
the wind took it into it's loose, blustery grip.
Running on the black pavement started a wave of snow,
it collected on the grass as you collected in my head.
The snowflakes flew through our fingers in such an odd
way and a milky electric moon catches eyes as it captures
crystals swirling by. Your mood would change if you
were all caught up in unconditional love.
meagan
