The last night gently falling snow flakes but as blown by a sudden gust of winds land on the bare face with a force that's mischievously chilly. The desolate landscape and deserted streets as illuminated by the dotted street lights exude an air of the pristine beginning yet to be blemished by countless heavy plods squelching and crunching below. For me, viewing and being among snows after such a long years refresh my childhood memories--when the small thudding feet hit along the snow-covered crude paths to school, when motherly love was around me. :)
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