Bitter winter wind blows. Swirling the snow already on the ground into white spirals of glittering crystal. Across the empty ground only they are moving. The only sound is the pulsing whistle of the wind. Fading and creshendoing, now high pitched, now deeper toned. The snow makes visible the dance of the wind. Cones of snow like waltzers sweep
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