Day 36. 4:30 a.m. It’s a Robert Frost poem outside, a peaceful repose, stillness and silence. A postcard snow falls, the inches accumulate, flakes of illuminated twilight. The trees, shrubs and tall grasses, the entire landscape’s muted, sculpted in white, gilded by snow. Whose yard this is, I think I know.
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