A faint memory of snow, the smell of it,
the soft snowflakes clinging to my hair,
the cold air biting lips, chin and cheeks.
I remember laying down and feeling the body slowly go numb
Cold snow pressed against fabric and the sudden sting of snow against unexposed skin.
Breathing cold and warmth
Dragon breath
A spiral of hot air spiralling into the coldness
Time passing
standing up leaving a dent
To be filled with soft forgetful flakes
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