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Snow was written about a time when I was with someone 10 years older than me.

We never fought coz there was nothing to fight about. It felt so safe enjoying the perks of white America and emotional tranquility- the fancy dinners, concerts, and shallowness. He was freshly divorced and in my naive mind I didn't register myself as the younger, shinier, rebound.

We went to a bed and breakfast spot in upstate New York that was covered in virgin snow. There was a light indigo hue all around, as far as the eyes could see. The snow and the sky blended in, and all you could see is a small cloud of smoke coming from my breath, swirling in the air.

Snow

In the woods I'm smoking In a lifetime ago When the snow fall slowly in the road When your fingers fall upon my face When my smile melt slow When your love comes callin' I will go

But in your bed I sleep alone In your head I dream alone In your eyes I cry alone In your bed I drink alone

When your fingers fall upon my face When my smile melt slow When your love comes callin' I will go

Coz in your bed I sleep alone In your arms I cry alone

I never been this cold The wind blows straight to the bone And I hope that I was only dreaming But all this time I dreamed alone

Written by Eunice Wong and Jordan Yaeger