Precipitation resembles snow, but is, indeed, a shake of astroparticles instead—only visible in dreams to birds of spiked beaks with striped heads. Such a mirage is no prodrome requiring a visit with a vet; many oneiric scenes merit no worry as dreams will only ephemeral angst beget. Albeit a linear bill suggests otherwise, merry king of the bush [sic] has kin chortling on the inside regarding celestial pieces falling down less nano and more wide. ; )

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