January 3rd 2016

I waited too late at night to begin my post. Tomorrow I’m back to my work clothes.

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no
····two ever alike—how brief the lives
··········of snowflakes

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Turning on the porchlight to get wood for the woodstove, I paused to watch the falling snow come out of darkness, into the light, then fall back into darkness.

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58: January 3rd 2016 | bottlecap