and what to my wondering eyes should appear

[jinian]

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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