Late afternoon turned to early evening. Cherry blossom falling like summer snow.
When Eleonora first came to the town, everything was knee deep in snow for a whole week. Ever since she always thought the town, the true town, only exists in winter. The rest of the year all she sees is the bones beneath its fur.
Anna and Oya dreamt of confetti at a wedding both were too lazy to organise.
“On the moon we made our own snow,” Selene said wistfully. “By throwing dust up into the sky and letting gravity do the rest.”
Early evening turned to night. Shooting stars sparkling like celestial snow.
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Notes:
1. Written April 25th, 2023
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