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qaryllaAs I was walking down Summer Street, treking to work this morning there were the lightest of flurries whipping through the air. In the dim early-morning light, the miniscule flakes glinted and shimmered, less like snow than like diamond dust or angry faeries darting here and there.
Now the faeries are everywhere, and I can see them buffeting against the building as I go and pick up (and return) books to be filed.
It's a glorious day.
Now the faeries are everywhere, and I can see them buffeting against the building as I go and pick up (and return) books to be filed.
It's a glorious day.
