I have known many Snows. The First Snow, that settled on the shores of Nothing the second after She birthed Water and turned away. The Snow on the slopes of Olympus Mons, best ski hill in this arm of the Galaxy. The Snow that fell when the Doors of Faerie screamed shut and the entire Realm froze for an instant of eternity in silent sorrow. The Snow nobody ever expected to see, that blanketed the Palms to celebrate the return of the First. The Last Snow, the grey curtain falling after the last Act of this Realm, after the audience all went home and the director finally quit.
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