Wednesday, January 12, 2011

still and white

While we slept, wind howled at the distant moon. It moaned down the chimney and pummelled the siding. It roughed up the trees, and pelted the windows with fistfuls of ice. It whirled and raged and roared. "I'll huff and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house down......."
By morning it was gone.
All was still and white.

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