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A child of about nine stands in what is revealed, gradually, to be the interior of a snow globe, visible only once the eye adjusts to the curved glass that distorts the very edge of the composition. She is bundled in a bright red puffy coat, her hair in two loose braids, one boot slightly forward as if she had just stopped walking. She holds a small paper bag in both hands. She is looking up.
The snow is falling around her in the globe's unhurried, looping way, large flakes moving in slow arcs that defy weather. Beneath her feet is a thin layer of accumulated snow over a circular base that holds a tiny lamppost, lit, and a bench. The bench is scaled for one adult and the child stands near it but has not sat down. The snow collecting on the shoulders of her coat and in her hair sits without melting.
Through the distorting glass of the globe at the outer edges of the frame, a hand is partially visible, enormous, holding the base of the globe from below. The hand is a woman's hand, rings on two fingers, the skin slightly dry at the knuckle. The child cannot see the hand. She is looking up at the snow with an expression that is not wonder, not quite, more like the quiet recognition of something she already knew was true.
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