When magic happens at night

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 Two days after Christmas I woke up in a world covered in fluffy snow.

 With my hand that was still warm from a deep sleep I drew a circle on the window to 

look outside and saw that wonder that had happened over night. 

How this white foam shaped triangles, made blankets for trees at the bottom, 

little clouds on top

 and stayed on every tiny thing no matter how fragile it seemed before.

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