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In this time, heaven comes closer to us, blocking the sun. She looks at the white blanket sky, still shivering in her puffy coat. Her cheeks are red and her nose is frozen. However, not too far away, in the warm shelter of a house, someone stares. The person's gaze is longing, wanting. It is like the window is a prison bar separating them from her. She stands unknowingly in the cold. Slowly the heaven cries and small white diamonds fall. Each snowflake is unique and different. In a way, she is like a snowflake, landing on their nose. Beautiful, Unique, and only there for a second, before she melts away. Everyone wants what they can't have. The sun is in love with the ocean, and the moon jealously watches. She stands there cold, and they stand behind her. Warm.