Woke to about 5 inches of the white stuff tumbling down in beautiful Burlap. Soft and fine. I could clear the walkway just with a brush of the boot. Heavy overcast. So dark the auto-flash lit up the snowflakes. It’s still coming down steady, too.
Work day in Freyne Land.
End-of-year deadline crunch for a couple fine Vermont publications.
And what a year it has been…
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