Snowfall

She lost her rusty-red reel down the well, so she goes tumbling after to save something that doesn’t belong to her. Like a rabbit down its hole, she falls, into a space where she had to lose the senses she learned in order to understand this new world.

An old woman with large teeth takes her in, so she makes her bed for her; shakes it until the snow flies from the wings below, and yet she still wants to go home.

She doesn’t need kindness as much as she needs suffering and family, so she goes back in a dress of gold, and sweeps her sorrows away.

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