The first snowfall is magical, isn't it? Children in pajamas, watching out the windows from their darkened bedrooms in anticipation of the morning. Snow lightly falling, making the ground white with each flake. Some remember winters past and their's is excitement. Others, the babies, watch in wonderment. What is this quietly falling from the sky? So soft, so still.
Then morning comes. Slowly. Quietly.
And then the children play.
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