Dear Friend
January 18th 2011 Dear Friend,
I am home again. It is snowing. It is not the silent snow of depth or the kind of snow that has fallen during the night muffling the world outside. It is the snow that includes you in its floating. Gentle snow flakes land on my upturned hand. I wait. It is not as exciting as ‘the first snow’ but it envelopes me, just the same. I see the crystallized formation of the flakes as
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