With the first snowfall, a snow-white beauty.

An anxiety over the end.

Excitement over a new beginning.

A season of darkness, fires, and new gifts.

What more could I ask for as I lay bleeding in the morning snow.

The reddish slush around me will give life to a new snowman.

Son of Sappho Poetry

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