| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - heavy stillness that waits for more.Flakes that fall from the sky.Covering all that needs to be hid.Pure white is each new flake.Never the same shape of flake will fall again.Each one is a gift to be held.Each flake is as we are different from each other.So let it snow and hide with each new flake.???That???s very beautiful??? said Athena standing in the doorway to the med lab holding the sleepin
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