Snow Diaries
As she pounded the keys on her keyboard, working on a blog, she heard the wind howling as ice fell in noisy torrents outside. She loved being up in the middle of the night typing away with the rhythmic sound of ice and snow drizzling ever so slightly in the background. This was heavenly.
She looked out at the white pure snowy landscape. Staring up at the sky, she thought, "What is man, that thou art mindful of him? and the son of man, that thou visitest him?" She could just feel the icy wind chill her bones and tickle her nose with redness and feel the soft snow greet her rosy cheeks. The snowy landscape created a peaceful hush all about her surroundings.
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