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and then our exile

Saturday, March 27, 2004 at 8:27 a.m.

Whenever the world is beautifully-white, it always makes me think of this one scene in the Wind in the Willows. You know, when Otter is in the Wild Wood and it's just snowed and everything is oh-so-wonderful? That was a good book.

Anyways, everyone in the world should have seen the sunrise through snowy trees. It Was.

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