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Snow


18 degrees. Not a person outside.

But not you and me,

we couldn’t feel more pride for being outside.

I always know that your nose is freezing cold, 

but the snow is amazing, for all of it shows. 

But it will never be as beautiful as the smile 

of the one who admires it the most.

-JV

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