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[sannin_no_hebi]

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky,
Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields,
Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air
Hides hill and woods, the river, and the heaven,
And veils the farmhouse at the garden's end.

I should go out and enjoy this weather.

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[iamwesker]

The sled and traveller stopped, the courier’s feet
Delayed, all friends shut out, the housemates sit
Around the radiant fireplace, enclosed
In a tumultuous privacy of storm.

[sannin_no_hebi]

Come see the north wind's masonry.
Out of an unseen quarry evermore
Furnished with tile, the fierce artificer
Curves his white bastions with projected roof
Round every windward stake, or tree, or door.

Hello.

[iamwesker]

I was always fond of Emerson although I liked his 'Blight' better.

Hello.

[sannin_no_hebi]

Give me truths;
For I am weary of the surfaces,
And die of inanition.

The snow makes me think particularly of this. You are?

[breaking_bonds]

How do you intend on enjoying it?

[sannin_no_hebi]

Go out in it.

[tenaciously]

This is my personal journal.

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