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Flurries of snow wind through the trees below us. (Ed's house is pretty high up, at 6500 feet.) The storm comes in waves, blanketing everything beyond the porch in a haze at one moment, receding back over the Lake the next moment. All the time the nearby trees swayed dramatically in the wind and the porch furniture threatened to fly away. We brought everything in and Brahm performed some rudimentary weather stripping (with a trash bag, I think) around the porch door.
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