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The Taste of Snow

Meniscus 2018 Australia

November 13, 2018

The Taste of Snow

We  woke to purple snow, big drops falling sticking to the lawn around our house. Go make a snowman, Mama said, but once outside, we stood by the swing set, tongues out, tasting grape snow and laughing,

In the afternoon the snow turned pink and we lay down making snow angels with our mouths open, and enjoying the taste of cotton candy.

After dinner it was still snowing,  blue snow this time and when it hit our tongues we tasted sadness and yet couldn’t stop so we just stood there dripping tears, our blue tongues hanging out waiting and ready for the next taste to come falling.

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