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The blur of green and white. The occasional color of the asphalt is mixed in. The sound of the wind howling as you are separated from its chill by the glass window and the metal door. What if part of that separation were to break off? You would be consumed by the wind and snow. The unseen matter and cold, frosty water would pour into the racing automobile through that break in the separation, swallowing everything in its spiraling churn. You roll down the window, breaking the separation. At once, the whirlpool of wind and snow come raging through the open area. One by one, snowflakes land on your face. One by one, each snowflake slowly melts