Plow follows plough, sparks flying off steel striking asphalt. And, the eaves of roofs encoat themselves; burrowing beneath so much white that they bloom, blending seamlessly into the snow clouds of these days.
Salt and footprints on sidewalk. Heavy Snow Moon blood spills out white; and, even the strong trees lean out at strange angles.
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