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She had forgotten the snow

how it waits, silently


and then tumbles – as though pushed


makes her blink.


She had forgotten the snow

its attention to detail.


There is a worry – about ice and falling, about aeroplanes and metal.

She remembers how much she likes the colour red.


Back home, the daffodils keep themselves green and tight, and the sky is knitted grey.


Inspired by a recent trip to Stockholm


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