Daniel is dragging his feet between the snow.
He takes off a little from his shoulders and falls to the soil.
I sweep the snow with a special broom made of wires.
I leave the whole area clean for the roses, the flowers.
A pink tulip is going to grow.
Daniel is looking at the way below, towards the beggining of the street.
I don't know what he's thinking right now.
The way below is covered with snow.
Then a snowflake falls in my palm, it melts, it trickles.
It's just water.
I look to the sky and my mind is just clean and white.
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