He was from Cali
He held my gaze for a moment
Then his own fell
And a smile was placed on his lips
He looked ready to joke about something
Then his smile dropped
And I dropped mine
But his lips opened to reveal his icy breath in the stiff frozen air
His eyes confused then he nodded
I concentrated on my angel
wings until he gripped my hand with his own
Look,
He whispered
My first snow storm is growing
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