Snow

Snow

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How did we come to this cold place?
It is not listed on the maps.
The cold has disarranged your face.
These memories are not ours, perhaps.

But still we must pretend to know
the reason for things as they are.
We do not recognize the snow.
Perhaps that makes us what we are.

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