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[stormdog]

There are great fattened snowflakes falling from the sky and I go out from the door, the snow dusting me as I coast through the courtyard. I look up and there are snowflakes, millions of snowflakes, filling the sky, bigger and bigger as they approach to lay cold, gentle kisses on my forehead, smaller and smaller as I look upward, higher and higher, until all I can see are tiny specks, spinning in a grey infinity, and then even they disappear, too small to see, tiny ephemera completing this artpiece of fractal self-similarity and I think; god/dess, it's just so beautiful...