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Literature

Snowflakes

The dry winter air felt as sharp and bitter as a shard of glass in her nose, yet kind at welcoming at the same time. The air was so dry, that it almost smelled like ozone and static electricity. The locals barely seemed to notice, and she was finally growing accustomed to it. The snowfall the previous day had been light, bordering on sporadic, and the house owners and city workers had cleared the sidewalks with ease. The humid air of the North Atlantic had been dried out by both Ireland and the Cumbrian Mountains, leaving the air in Kendal all but parched for the time being. Now, a new snowfall rolled in from the north-west. The tiny barley grain sized snowflakes of yesterday gave way to snowflakes more akin to willow leaves. By dawn, the town would be encased in a thick carpet of snow, piled up to several feet where the wind would let it form drifts. She smiled to herself, as a snowflake melted against her lips. Kissed by the sky, was her first thought. A gust of wind picked up her