January 18, 2011
The snow falls like flocks of white angels blessing the ground with their presence. Blowing like dust on a gravel road. It swirls like small tornadoes. Dancing as they blow in the wind, The piercing cold makes my cheeks burn as I stand out in the middle of my yard I admire the falling flakes.

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