crisp white blanketing the ground
untouched by the foulness of mankind
pure
each falling crystal a mirror
revealing its facets upon cool glass panes
flame licks at evergreen logs
breaking the quiet with hissing and popping
warming the dark night air
nothing moves
nothing but the falling snow
my breath upon the windowpane
the flames that destroy to give life
light
warmth
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