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No Spring Snow
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Categories: youthfulness
Statuses: Updating
Heavy snow is approaching. The chaotic sky grew dimmer and dimmer. It was as if the sky had been painted a layer of gray and the blue had long since been obscured. I got off the train, carrying my black bag with my laptop, and stopped on the platform, teasing the square inch of sky between the train and the top of the platform. The last time I'd seen it had been a couple years ago.