Mom, it’s snowing! Come see!
I love the soft little snowflakes. . .where do they go? Why do they disappear? Why can’t I keep some?
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For a very few minutes, a very light snow was falling and melting on ground contact. Effie and I both were enchanted by the snowflakes’ ephemeral appearance.
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