Just beyond the poinsettia, outside the window pane, a winter scene’s unfolding. The snow has come again. Fluffy little flakes of snow, fluttering through the air, like softest goose down feathers; the limbs, no longer bare. Inside I’m warm and cozy. It’s time to steep some tea. I have a show outside my window winter’s making just for me.
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