Winter wove a tapestry of white on white, clear on crystal, shine on sparkle. It looked lovely. Where there wasn't a glass like coating, there were billowing drifts of breath frosting snow. It was, however cold as all get out and a Hurculean task to clear any car for travel.
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Thanks, Mom, that's a great word which would normally have inspired a very colorful post, but I think the winter wonderland out there may have frozen my brain. ;-p
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