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And so, Alayne falls silent and thoughtful on her end of the line. The conversation stretches into silence, but eventually, the answer comes. ]
Snow.
In the trees and on the ground, freshly fallen and still soft underfoot.
Snow caught on my lashes and in others' hair.
Snow on my tongue, bright white and crisp.
Snow can make the ugliest place beautiful.
It can cover what is broken and lost.
And when it blankets the land, things seem new again and clean.
Yes, Sirius Black, my answer is snow.
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So. A short pause, first, as he considers everything she's written.]
snow.
it's a good answer.
[And then, after just a short delay, he adds:] i'm going to remember this
not cheaply
but i will remember.