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His heart skipped beats each time the option for light snowfall popped up on the polls. Asher clicked it without second thought, then crossed his fingers. Most citizens preferred warmer weather; no one wanted to slog down the streets, bundled in multiple layers while dirtying it in the snow. But Asher loved the cold tickling his cheeks and snowflakes catching in his hair. Mysticism resided in the snow; it was quiet, subtle, and beautiful. Much like his time spent writing. Then again, not everyone understood the allure to words. At least he and the snow had that much in common.

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