The snow amounts in piles big enough for igloos,
liebensraum enough. I wish the snow were money,
there is so much of it. Famously Eskimos have many coinages
for snow. The kingdom of Venice thrived on barges of ice
gliding to them from the Alps. Ice was cash then.
Whereas banks melt into air. Gold is even riskier.
Alchemists are summoned or executed. That igloo in my yard,
now that's money in the bank. I might live within it,
or my dog could. Sadly I cannot sustain a life in snow
and money soon is worth the paper that it's printed on.
Snow is more valuable on paper, the value melting,
ice more useful than paper. All the indicators stick.
With time a sunbeam can be tapped from a cucumber.
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