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Snow Blossoms

The snow was still falling in April when May caught fire. Overnight (night being that dream between there and now), the wind had stopped working out, had laid down its weights and sat upon the ground to hover and relax. Occasional storms scattered the hours; then a more gentle rain sewed them back together on its pearly stings of beads. Do we recall the time it took; each calendar day, or was it the mind that made that transition while we were otherwise distracted, engaged in the slippery slide of windblown instants? Yet here it is, that shower of May blossoms we knew would come, even predicted, yet the surprise is all the sweeter appearing as it does just on the edge of an April snow fall.

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