Just over a week ago when I looked out of my window, the night had grown soft and still. Quietly from some invisible blossoming tree millions of petals cool and white drifted and blew, lifted and flew, fell with the falling night (apologies to poet Melvin Cane).
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The next morning when I looked out again the whole landscape had changed. It was a perfect surface, but not one for an old codger like me to venture forth, at least not until the dedicated town workers had plowed away the surface snow into huge piles, ready for the eventual sun to melt them away.
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So thanks to the town workers and the good citizens who shovelled clean the sidewalks so we walkers could get around town safely.
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Harry Jordan
Sidney
