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It's snowing outside. Been doing that since about three am. I know that doesn't matter to anyone else, but I personally feel like a child. Something about it's perfect touch has me running around the house like a gleeful child. Delighted even more so no one can hear me. Fear not sounding like a fool, as much as having my happiness to myself. Do you know what that kind of happiness feels like? I hope you do. Watch the snow with me. Just come over.I'm looking for ways out of the storm, in a lot of ways about my life. But not the snow. It was made to harbor our imprecations, and smooth them out as beautiful parts of nature. Cold. But it's as if God's hands had something to heal. Find a sadistic, and they might show you things other then joy. Maybe they missed it as a child, just watch another one that loves school. Because on those days they will harbor deep places then any book could ever reach, or playground make.As my fingers try and reach some reality, conclusion, I waste a time that places hands of awe over me. I shall go, and return myself to the nature of what I am. Fallen white perfect snow.