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Like mini cloud pieces falling from the sky,
Snow drifts down calmly in the wind.
A white ballerina performing her routine.
Elegantly swaying back and forth until it
Gently rests on a patch of grass.
The powder shines powerfully under
The light yet gray sky.
A mass of dust is coated over all ground in
Sight and continues to expand as the minutes pass.
The wind whistles and glides in the air,
Blowing on the trees and swaying the plants
When suddenly,
As if a switch was flipped,
The air was still.
The flying specks disappeared.
The floor had begun to reveal itself again.
And it was as if nothing had happened
