"Snow is almost here,
I can feel it."
"You make those baseless
Exclamations every year,"
Is the indifferent reply.
"Baseless maybe,
But hopeful nonetheless."
I say, slightly shaken.
"Hope is merely a feeling.
It changes nothing"
I hear in return.
"But it is the catalyst
For everything."
I retort firmly.
Nothing but silence,
And a glimmer of light
Come from the once
Pitch black corner.
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