Friday, 21 November 2008
Weather report
Seven degrees at 9am. A nondescript kind of day. Well, actually, there's plenty to describe. The sky is overcast, but at times the sun struggles through. To the north, as a backdrop to the snow-capped Alps, there is a sky dark with snow. There's only the merest breath of air. And only occasionally. The world seems to be waiting.
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Friday, 21 November 2008
Weather report
Seven degrees at 9am. A nondescript kind of day. Well, actually, there's plenty to describe. The sky is overcast, but at times the sun struggles through. To the north, as a backdrop to the snow-capped Alps, there is a sky dark with snow. There's only the merest breath of air. And only occasionally. The world seems to be waiting.
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Anonymous said...
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Perhaps the world is waiting for its blanket of snow...
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Friday, 21 November, 2008
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Louise | Italy said...
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LadyFi, you might just be right!
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Friday, 21 November, 2008
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MsTypo said...
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I agree with lady fi. Whenever the world pauses like that it's always because something big is coming. I smell snow on the air. :)
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Friday, 21 November, 2008
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Perhaps the world is waiting for its blanket of snow...
LadyFi, you might just be right!
I agree with lady fi. Whenever the world pauses like that it's always because something big is coming. I smell snow on the air. :)
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