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I pulled back the bedroom curtains and there it was. Or was it? I rubbed my knuckles into my sleepy eyes, stretched and groaned, and then looked again. No, I wasn’t hallucinating. It wasn’t exactly thick and it wasn’t exactly everywhere, but it was definitely there. Snow!
I woke Michele. “Snow,” I bellowed, “snow!” Michele rose from her slumbers, rubbed her knuckles in her eyes, stretched and groaned, and looked out the bedroom