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the high
night winds brought many of her fellow aggregates down...the morning snow,
blindingly bright...had a half inch crust...the rat-tat-tat of the
woodpeckers and the shrill scream of crows in the woods reverberated off
it...she was sad at the destruction, but wistfully knew that they would
return...in new form and placement...and she would come to know them
again... |
