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Names for Snow There are hundreds of names for snow, you say, unlatching the fortochka in morning light. Let’s name them all, love, along the way. Last night snow danced its boreal ballet of whorls and swirls, fine arabesques in white— you know hundreds of names for snow, you say. Down crystalline paths we slip and spin, surveying ice falls, tall drifts, single flakes in flight— my love and I count them along the way. In my head, sparkling visions start to play: once love’s begun, who knows? Perhaps we might— There are hundreds of names for snow, you say, gently, their meanings subtle, hard to convey— elusive as love’s many meanings last night. I wait. You walk—silent—along your way. Feeling foolish, unschooled, I whisk away a sudden, childish tear obscuring my sight. You know hundreds of names for love, you say: I’ll learn them all, love, along my way. 33 ...

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