I’m thinking about snowflake right now. I see them flitting through my mind like a cheap screensaver. White and fluffy. I’m not sure why. My mind is fogged by sleep, and when that happens I tend to get surprise flurries. Random thoughts that slip through my head. Like the picture of snow, keeping me from writing my prompt. Maybe this is my subconscious rising up from its trance-like state, telling me something. Maybe I’m snow blind.
Reuben Horst
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