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rain falling, water drops, condensation, turning colder, to snow, from gray to white, as the temperature lowers, the color disappears, a sense of purification, where the impurities rise to the top, or fall to the bottom, and the cold stratifies, layers out, separates, and you can distinguish, determine. it's nice that way, when something that simple clarifies things, filters things out, and leaves the pure stuff. but why is the pure stuff the good stuff? isn't a supreme pizza better than a cheese only? the mix and melange providing the spice of life?
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