“The sky is so thoughtless. It scatters its lacy ice flowers all over the place where they get stepped on and dirty and melted by our hot feet. They aren’t even lacy ice anymore. Then they dry up…and go back into the sky… until the sky gets full and careless and drops them again. Well…that’s okay. They are pretty when they are new.”
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