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... had died down a little. The fresh morning breeze was not as chilly as it could have been, and the whole world had been painted over with a layer of white.
My seat was a little damp, but that was my fault. I had been too lazy to bring a chair from inside the house, and had instead just brushed off the snow and sat down.
The world wasn't that quiet. Voices lingered from inside. People talking down the street told me that work was being done. Smoke from chimneys littered the sky, a ...
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