reentertering the ghost orbit. awakening a sleeping cell, or falling...the reactions are many, one is blinding: My God, Its so WHITE!
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...It`s snowing, the boy said. He looked at the sky. A single gray flake sifting down.He caught it in his hand and watched it expire there like the last host of christendom. (From Corman McCarthy, THE ROAD)
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