Confetti

Strange weather, a strange day. Wind chimes ringing in the frigid air, a covering of dark clouds interrupted by drifts of clear sky. Sudden bursts of wind blowing fragments of fluffy white, confetti cut from a box of tissues or shaved from a block of ice, blotting out the sky, as in the final scene of Edward Scissorhands.

Confetti snow

Confetti snow

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