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The Sound of Snow

She asked me how to describe the sound
of snow falling softly in the mountains.
 
I stood among the flurries until the tears came,
until I couldn’t stop them. Not even
if I’d wanted to,
 
and I didn’t.
 
And, after a good long while, I replied:
“You must let your heart break for want of love. 
You must listen carefully when it does. 
Whatever it is you hear then,
that is it;
 
That is the sound of snow falling,
softly, 
in the mountains.”
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