A page in the Snow Book by the Frenetic Scribbler
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1 min readMar 14, 2018
Snow reduces even as its drifts piles up. It shaves everything down to white…and black:
Crisp white blanket / Crushing icy shroud
Soothing snow / Freezing snow
Smooth, a blank canvas / Featureless, a sterile waste
A softening silence / A stillborn silence
Enduring like love despite / Fleeting like life’s gasp
