As she sat in the window dreaming, she couldn't see outside.
In a cascade of white, every detail of life outside is obscured.
12 inches in all, she watched very single flake flutter and fall.
Curled up in the window, she began to write all her thoughts.
She just had to share all the details, but who could she trust?
Until then, she just safely kept them buried deep in her heart.
As she started to write, the details all came rushing back in.
Every thought, every true sentence uttered, every broken heart.
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