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there was snow this morning, on our palm tree and on the field. Leaning on the warm of the radiator and looking out at the white and the flakes swirl on the wind was like a knock on the door of a memory and I stopped to peep through the keyhole for a moment.

green grass again now. It was fleeting and went as quick as it came. Maybe there will be another knock on that door one day.

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