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First Snowfall


By Katy Pool

Snow fell from a gray sky, perfect as a newborn child. Even the smallest breath would disturb the gentle flurries, so he held himself still.

He did not belong in this world of gray and white. His hands would stain the colorless, soundless perfection.

Laughter startled the silence as a little girl tramped out onto the blanket of white, her mother close behind.

Red hair, yellow shirt, purple ribbons and suddenly, the world was brimming with color.

He sat back as his wife and daughter pressed soft, wet snow together, creating, playing and watching snowflakes waltz about, whole and unbroken.

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