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November 1, 2009
Snowflakes

Days pass and pass and pass. Weeks go by and by. No message. Not a single word. They say he's drowned. They can't know. They can't be sure. I'm waiting. Days pass and pass and pass. Then one day, a knocking at the door. Knock knock. It's him, I know it must be him. I run downstairs, towards the door. I fall. I cry out, pass out.

I wake up on the couch. I'm shaking. I'm cold. The entrance door is open. It is snowing. Icy downs are sailing into the hall. Melting on the carpet. And I cry.