Snowfall In April

J Jan Oskar Hansen Jan Oskar Hansen
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Snowfall In April The snowflakes that fell this morning were big and descended slowly and with sadness they knew that this was the wrong time of the year – April- and the morning sun will melt then into oblivion and water that would fill ditches already overflowing. Ejected, the mother cloud was too heavy to get over the mountain and a million snowdrops were scarified so the cloud could sail to the tundra in Siberia. One million volunteers, first there had been a pause, but a few thousand walked forward others followed. They got a blessing a white miniature cloud each and a promise that one day they would be reborn as flurry on the South Pole, a mass wedding of snowdrifts and they would never be alone again

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