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Kang, Yaewon, and Morris wow

“Snow falls.
On my forehead and cheeks.
On my upper lip, the groove above it.
It is not cold.
It is only as heavy as feathers,
as the finest tip of a paintbrush.
Has my skin frozen over?
Is my face covered in snow as it would be if I were dead?
But my eyelids must not have grown cold. Only the snowflakes clinging to them are. They melt into cold droplets of water and seep into my eyes.”