The cars that pass, whisper.
At the cafe, we come together to compare stories. And just to be with others.
This is a good day because it's still magical: no slush, no lost income; just novelty and magic.
ee cummings said
the snow doesn't give a soft white damn who it touches
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I'm enjoying a snow day in Portland as well, which is how I ended up finding your blog. I couldn't make it to work and have been watching the snow, the day, and doing a little aimless searching online. Just wanted to say I enjoyed reading your blog.
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