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  1. Peaceful and beautiful…until it is ground down, becomes slush, and perhaps seeps into one’s boots! Reality is sometimes less than lovely! From my childhood I recall those first snows of winter when the entire neighborhood was covered in unmarked white fluff. Everything seemed muffled, no noise. Slowly birds’ prints and rabbit tracks began to appear as if by magic. Happy memories to me.

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