The Snow Falls Upon Us All
Holiday Cheer, Round 4
November 15
The snow, as I write this, is falling gently outside. The flakes floating so buoyantly upon their cushions of air, some of them lollygagging, others somersaulting, or circle stepping each other in a waltz of sorts, are beautiful, almost sentient in the way they cavort lightheartedly.
The dog sees it, too, and has flipped…
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