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   As I walked away from the bus stop this morning, returning home from work, the slate-grey sky cried into the icy air.  Tiny, perfect white snowflakes rode the winds to the ground, diving between the bare branches of the sleeping trees.  The first snows of the coming winter.  This is what I've waited for, for so long now.  How beautiful the ( Read more... )