and what to my wondering eyes should appear

Tiny flakes of snow blowing along, none of them even touched the ground that I saw, though one smacked into my cheek hard (like the tiny piece of solid material that it was) as I whizzed down a hill. I think I won.

Girl Scout cookies have arrived at work. So far, I have resisted the wiles of the Tagalongs and Thin Mints posing sweetly on my desk. I focus on their imperfections; one box is half a centimeter shorter than the other.

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Got this from "Tillie: A Mennonite Maid" on Distributed Proofreaders.

"How dared they all make so free with this wonderful young man, marveled Tillie. Why didn't they realize, as she did, how far above them he was?"

oh good gods

I need a newsreader with a more sophisticated killfile, because even reading the followups to this person is making me cry. Here's a sample.

> Or maybe someday (using a cloning like process) growing an
> actual human being from ten thousand or a hundred thousand years ago. He
> or she (this newly grown human from the past) could tell us a lot about
> what life was like way back when.