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The snow has started to fall.
I have insomnia here lately and have a hard time sleeping.
I went for a walk in the neighborhood at around 3:00am the other night.
The streets were completely empty and quiet.
The snow was falling softly in a heavy white mist.
I had a coffee at a diner up the street, and watched it come down, covering the earth like clean white
sheets on unslept beds.
It had stopped by the time I left.
I stood there at the edge of the steps where the white began.
A moment similar to the hesitation of making the first marks on a blank canvas.
My footprints left a record behind me as I made my way home.
On every street corner,I took a stick and scratched the words in the snow,
" YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL"
In the hopes it would last until daybreak,
greeting the morning travelers.
