The snow drips.
Drips drop by drop.
Creating brittle snowbanks.
The snow is no longer white.
Just browned from dirt.
Unpleasing to the eye.
It is no longer untouched.
No longer sparkling.
It has seen life.
The bustle of people interacting.
The hustle of 'point A to point B.'
Cars, shoes, jogging, skipping.
As it melts into the ground.
Becoming one with the earth.
Allowing new life to grow in the spring.
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