A few days ago in this early winter or late autumn,
the threes and ground got covered with snow,
such amount that can be called a soft snow blanket.
Now it starts to become more like a soackin wet blanket.
But it isn't yet the eargent moment when there must be snow, so we shall just wait for the Father Christmas,
and give a wish of a white Christmas.
-Andrea
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