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A Sledder in Wilcox Park
On this first day of my Christmas vacation, a soothing snowstorm has descended on our town, a perfect way for me to loosen up after fifteen weeks of serious teaching. Watching the snow swirl down in its soft, insistent way this afternoon, I could almost feel my bloodstream slowing down, my thoughts settling into peaceful patterns. I took a walk through the storm in Wilcox Park a few minutes ago, and even striding against the driving snow, I felt perfectly peaceful. Now, typing at the computer, my fingers tap the keys effortlessly while the snow blows easily past the window.
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