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Mary janes hopping through piles of half foot deep slush and dirty puddles. Knee highs, bright pink slip, new hat - feeling rather jaunty; skipping through my warm wet snowy day. Drop the boy off with a hug. Warm dog pats; genuine warm words. Smiles from strangers, cheerful librarians, cute boys shopping in thrift stores. New books to read, Little Bear for the kids to watch, Woody Allen and two bottles of red wine. Fleurie. Went to sleep in a bed of confetti. Woke up to a still white landscape, fallen evergreen limbs, and the ceaseless dripping of winter.