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In the winter, she imagined the feelings of snowflakes outside.

Snow Pile

Snow on topmust feel chilly,the cold moonlight piercing it.

Snow on the bottommust feel burdenedby the hundreds who tread on it.

Snow in the middlemust feel lonelywith neither earth nor sky to look at.