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SNOW STORMS
you know those snow storms you get in those little bottles that you have on your dressing table with all the combs and brushes and candles and make up and stuff? well i've been thinking about them.
i got to thinking about when you jiggle them and all those little fake flakes of snow go swirling about like white flurries of truths cast in a wind of water.
it's like that cottage in there, with the fir tree and perhaps the snowman or the santa on the roof, are obscured by this swirl of unconnected truth.
and after a while all those little truths settle down again through an easy wind to a downy flake. they curl once about the house and fall asleep.
after all the tumult and flurry, here we are again, where we started out, all snug and warm - and probably believing that the next shake of the bottle will be so twee and purdy even though we know in our hearts of the frostbite and tears in the swirl of truths as they turn to a blizzard of lies.
rosebud
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