The wind howled all night; by morning the earth was a blanket of sheer white.

Little Roma peeped through her frost smeared window and found snow, thick icicled sheets, layering every inch of the earth. She rubbed her eyes in disbelief and stared at the park yonder. Much like a tailor made suit that fills and fits the human frame perfectly, the snow had wrapped itself around the tall deciduous trees, its barks, branches, even the flowers and buds being assured of its tight embrace.

All around, as far as the eye could see, snow danced in the light, an eye popping choreographed ballet conducted by the gentle wind

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