Snow Masks.
Everybody wears them.
There's the 'oh no, how will I get to work'
And the 'I hate snow, too cold, full of dirt'
And 'My feet are cold, my hands are numb, they hurt'
But underneath, are they secretly smiling? I hope so.
Because my mask is a wondermask, made magical and glowing, and beautiful.
By Snow.
(Thank the Oak it's still snowing!)
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