>morning. the snow yields easily, like velvet chicken. i unbutton my coat.

it’s so warm all of a sudden…

i know, sadly. i think the last snow to hit boston is over.

it’s practically mid-march. but you never know. the sky holds surprises.

he laughs knowingly.

and now, lo, the blizzard. snow has never fallen so beautifully.

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