Rain falls and finds no purchase here.

Safe, warm, and dry.

Tucked away behind fogged windows.

Days grow cold once more.

Rain turns to flakes of pure white.

Dancing on the breeze.

Swirling through the pine.

Falling, finding no purchase.

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