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29 January 2014

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There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness...
- Edgar Allan Poe

Strangeness indeed.
School cancelled the night before.
Winter storm warnings.
Treetops frozen.
Palm fronds drooping.
Ice cracking audibly.
Drips and drops and crystal glimmers.
And exquisite beauty through it all.

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