Sunday morning, sunny day. Sparkling snow all over; covering the cars, fields and, here in our small town, on the roads- until it melts of its own accord. That's a great thing, as far as I'm concerned, because the snow covers everything. Man-made, natural, you name it, things stay white for a while. All iced in bright, incubating, amnesiac snow. The rest from the stark borders of roads, grass and fields is refreshing.

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