It began as a wet flocking. This picture is early morning when it was warmer. Now, the temperature has dropped and it is blizzarding. There's this sense of Nome, Alaska armageddon. It's wild and completely unnatural. It is Global Weirding.
However, I enjoy it. The aggressive attack is a reminder. Of something. But I am past it. But I am not.
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It's your turn. We got the winds but only a dusting of snow. Still great piles of the stuff everywhere. Mother/Judith
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