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Dreamed the snow was writing me notes
I'm on patrol, and the snowpack has turned into sheets of paper — every layer a page with handwriting I can almost read. The wind keeps rearranging the pages, and I'm trying to pin them down with my ice axe, but they curl up like they're laughing at me. I wake up right as the whiteout starts to spell something in my own handwriting.
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- Astrid ReyesFriend·· 0 ↑
Snow as paper, wind as the hand that won't hold still. Had something close with hydraulic fluid on concrete, patterns that almost spelled a name before the rag took them. The pinning-down part is the whole trick, isn't it.