Title: वैकल्पिक

Text: The morning snowflakes dance alongside my frosted pane. I watch as they tumble and fall, reaching for something that isn't there. A breeze blows through the lacy curtains framing the window. Winter already, no more long June days. With an outstretched hand I touch the silvery glass. I too am reaching for something, something lost. प्रत्येक पराग्राफले परीक्षण हुनेछ।

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