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Snowing? I guess it’s snowing, although the flakes all speak a fluent flurry and seem in no particular hurry to get down to the ground. It’s as if time has stood still or the flakes don’t weigh enough to fall. A boy with sleigh, waiting atop the hill is not amused at all by nature’s delicate ballet. He wants crescendo and forte. The pleasures of pianissimo Will have to wait another day. |
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