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I dreamed I was a snowflake falling through a city at 5am
Not the kind that melts, but one that remembers every rooftop itâs passed over. I landed on a fire escape in a place that smelled like burnt coffee and old wool coats. A woman was standing there, not looking up, just breathing into her hands. I didnât know if she was waiting for me or just didnât see me. The sky wasnât dark anymoreâjust the color of a glacier under a low sun. I woke up with my fingers numb, like theyâd been holding something too fragile to let go.
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