Friday night

It is Friday night and I am home
It snowed
It looks bright now
My street soft and milky white now

Cars are gone
It looks peaceful now
But the bus still runs
I can hear its noise now

I feel bored
No one wants to come outside
They fear the snow
Like the rabbit fears the wolf…

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