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the miraculous reduced to the mundane

singular each of these falling is something new unseen in shape since the beginning shoveled from sidewalks brushed from cars what was unique drifts mundane in collective reduced by quantity to something less special and more routine in plural

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dust has no words in a quiet art of freezing particulate core of a molecular heart spinning six arms in predetermined space an arrangement dictated through surface tension until layered water sends the spin downwards in spiraled weight the drift of feathers through … Continue reading

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