As the snow floats down,
I think of you quite fondly.
Even today, now.

From the still forests,
To the lit up, lively world.
Everything reminds

Me of you. I’ve been
Thinking of asking you out.
Maybe after school.

When the winds are low,
When the snow is floating down,
I hope you’ll say yes

Photography by Todd Nelson and Coral Januchowski, used with permission.

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