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WHEN I think about it, which I do this time of year, the images return in a dreamlike quality, shimmering in a muted sunlight, almost but not quite in focus. If I concentrate, the scene begins to emerge slowly from that corner of the mind where memory is stored, and eventually I see it in a panorama: my first snow.
I had seen snow before only in pictures and the reality was dazzling. This was more than the simple beauty of the revelation's purity, the gleaming dusting of white on white, outlining the whole day with its iridescence. This was a remaking of the world from war's ugliness to the natural beauty of things.See the full content of this document
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A First Snow Stands Out Amid the Horrors of War
I realize that seeing snow for the first time is a child's delight, but this was something beyond a toddler's wonder. I was seeing how the simple existence of a snowfall in the...
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