snowed raze and_he_said_to_me, "i'll snow again later." he was trying to say he would shovel what the afternoon did to cancel out the morning's work. instead, he became the thing he meant to move from one place to another with a broad blade. maybe we're all just a little bit of rain, repurposed and ready to be beaten back into a past-life parable. i'm something a cloud coughed up to clear its throat, and you're the wet white wonder winter weaves with its hands tied behind its back. 251230 what's it to you? who go blather from