"I like your tiara,"

called boy outside berkeley as I ran by faster than slowly falling flakes. Milky flurries. I am the Daily Queen. Blizzard blew in this evening. City's dampened by snow blanket. Through quiet dessert iced streets, my silver glee sparkles giddy. Gleams in dark hair shining with wet white noise. Evening from poetry meeting to coronation into the: l
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splashing into a snow drift in winter wonderland. Landed in load of work.