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+title: Snow
+genre: prose
+
+project:
+    title: "Buildings out of air: Paul in the Woods"
+    css: paul
+    order: 23
+    next:
+    - title: Reports
+      link: reports
+    - title: Stagnant
+      link: stagnant
+    previous:
+    - title: Man
+      link: man
+    - title: Shed
+      link: shed
+...
+
+_I don't care if they burn_ he wrote on his last blank notecard.  He'd have to
+go to the Office Supply Store tomorrow after work.
+
+He looked at what he'd written.  He'd been thinking about this for a while,
+felt the frustration build slowly like a thundercloud in the back of his mind.
+He thought he should write something else on the card, but everything he
+thought of seemed too confessional or too real compromising.  He didn't want
+anyone, not even the notecards, to know what he was thinking.  He decided to
+try for more of an interview with the paper.
+
+_Why?_  asked the notecard.  _Because there is nothing important on any of
+them_ he wrote back.  _What do you mean?  You have some good stuff in that top
+drawer there._  He looked in the top drawer.  It was stuffed full of notecards
+in no organization.  He could see bits and pieces of thoughts like leaves
+crunched underfoot in autumn.  _It will take so much organization_ he wrote.
+
+_Why is organization important?  Remember the trees, how they formed rows
+without trying.  No matter how the ideas fall, they make something.  The snow
+does that too_ he wrote.  _It doesn't try to make anything but it does._
+
+_No the snow is different_ the notecard was annoyed.  _The snow is a blank
+canvas that humans build into shapes or doppelgangers.  It makes nothing on
+its own._