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Submitted to Contest #69
Merrick watched the snowfall from his kitchen window with—what he believed to be—child-like fascination. Not having one, he had no reference point.The street below, yet a virgin canvas, waited for the day to create its art. And the sun taunted with its inclosing appearance, casting its first light on yesterday’s naked trees, now donned in pristine, glistening white vestures. He narrowed his vision, focusing on the individual flakes descending on the windowpane. Each unique in design, each perfect in nature’s creation.It never snowed down sou...
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