Snow
A fresh sort of
b
l
a
n
k
e
t
woven
thick
wool
itchy heavy large
knitting needles
click
and
clack
and
click
and
tap tap tapping of
fingers against a table
worn
tired
s
a
d
human
ruffling of pages and pages
flip
flap
flip
flap
flipping the pages and pages
hooting and howling
and breathing in and out
in
out
in
out
in to the nose
and out with a fog of
icy cold wind and
sprinkles of evaporation
and a hiss hiss hiss
h
i
s
s
of the tea kettle
and the drop
pang
ping
pang
ping
of a sugar cube stirred
metal spoon clacking
and clinking and clooking
and clawing to
a warm sauna
a bath a meltdown a blizzard
of white noise.
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