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it was snowing.

the snow flakes gently fell on the palm of my hand.

beautiful yet cold.

soon the flakes were gone.

i continued walking, and just by accident, my shoulder brushed with you.

"mark?"

our eyes met. you gave a small smile.

"hye."

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