The story of snow begins with “mom, cottons are falling” then it continue with waiting for dark clouds over the sea.. If rain comes, a light disappointment reveals, if snow, un describeable happiness. Thankfullly, it is usually snow as expected since ages. .. Then someone appears that says “think about the homeless aroun” as if the small kid, which watch snow crystals with big astonishment and admires nature, is responsibile with all misery and poorness… like this way the death of small kid inside begins. slow and with suffering. The unhappy, greedy monster takes place of that baby who can be happy with small things



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