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<-- my life, by webgoddesscathy -->
:: Thursday, December 15, 2005 ::
There is a particular stillness to a snowfall.
It's as if all the sound has been sucked out of the world, absorbed by the soft flakes falling to the ground.
You try to listen for them, like you can hear rain. But there is no splatter or hiss. It's like trying to hear feathers as they land at your feet.
And yet all other sound is dulled. Even in the city, everyone cocoons in their warm houses, watching everything turn white.
It is a little bit of magic.
:: Cathy 9:41 PM [+] ::
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