A special dance, that I attended this morning, with his nose pressed against the glass of ice-house, like a little girl a little too grown up.
But this is the home of those who go against, no? And then let me say that I felt a childish joy in seeing the snowflakes fall in large flakes, with harmonic twists in the air!
Well, now everything is back to normal and the sun tries to assert himself.
The dream is over. I have to wake up.
Good day to you all, Snowflake, which will pass hence
SusannaCerere
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