One of the things I enjoy most is a leisurely stroll on a quiet Saturday afternoon under the swirling flakes of the first snow. Childlike enthusiasm for the falling crystals outweighed sore throats and runny noses, and we left two mismatched sets of footprints on the bridge over the pond. Although my small snowman was lop-sided and misshapen, he
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