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FROM BLUEST SKY,
TO DARKENED GRAY,
HOW IT DOES CHANGE QUICKLY.
THE MOUNTAIN SEEN,
THEN IT'S NOT,
HERE THE SNOWS DO COME.
A FLAKE AT FIRST,
TO TOUCH THE SKIN,
BURNS JUST LIKE AN EMBER.
THE SNOW NOW HERE,
THE VIEW OBSCURED,
BLINDING AS IT FALLS.
FROM SNOW FILLED CLOUDS,
NOW SKY IS BLUE,
EARTH COVERED IN WHITE DUST.
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SNOW DUST
SNOW DUST
