tufts of grass on a cliff collecting snow
It does not happen all at once. It is often slow, subtle, easy and soft. Layer upon layer it builds, piling deeper and deeper, smoothing out the landscape to a gentle even white. With time, with layers, rocks, roads, brush, even fence lines will become absorbed. Our world will be buffered by snow…
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