Her long fingertips slowly ran down,
the cool, stone railing,
as she stared at the majestic mountians,
circling around her,
creating the illusion of being at the bottom,
of a bowl.
Cold but dry winds caused her skirts,
to billow out fully,
and her long, dark hair to swirl around her face.
Trees swayed,
waving an empty "hello",
not expecting any response back.
Slowly she lifted her face to the grey sky,
as if to aknowledge that she was alone too.
Something as large as you must feel more alone,
than something as small as I,
she whispered to it.
Snow began to fall,
onto her lifted face,
carefully performing it's dance,
before the curtain closes on them,
and hushing it's unique existense,
to a blanket of never ending white,
that would be classified as all one thing.
Smiling, she raised her arms twirling,
in the beauty,
knowing that she wansn't completly alone...
the sky is always there.
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