It looks like snowbut is a petalpeach. plum or pearsitting in her hair not meltinglike snow wouldIt looks like furbut is plasticfluffy nylonmaking it seemas though she is inChekov's orchardor a picture at an exhibitionBut her truest lookis the upturned lipwhich is either smile or laughpossibly bothand the eyes' skyward gazeto the heaventhat says this life is mine!
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