Here's the landscape that we always loved the best

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It snowed beautifully overnight and is still snowing in thin unbroken spirals, tufting the yew branches and the crime-scene silhouettes of cars in the street. The roads have been cleared, but before then I saw a rabbit running the shadow of its own footprints under the streetlight. Hestia's bird theater sits huddling and fluffing in the hearts of bushes. My parents have been married for fifty years.

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[sovay]

*texts di shviger with alacrity*

(She will be delighted. In 1993, we put gold leaf on my grandparents' cake.)

I wish I did not take such a disabled-person's view of snow these days. I do like it. I just can't fall down. Ever.

You can admire it fresh-fallen and the rest of us will shovel it out of your way.

*hugs*