It is the first snow of the winter. Henry and Nora both went outside and danced around in it after their homework was finished. First snows are magical... moreso when one owns a snow blower and hasn't recently had heart surgery. But still, the magic is there. The ground is slowly erased, covered in a blank canvas of white. The first sanders just went by. Tomorrow the world will be white, and new. The winter is here.
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