"The snowflakes are HUGE!" we used to say, noses pressed against the windows, "so no school tomorrow!" But "big snow, little snow; little snow, big snow," my dad would answer. He was usually right. Juicy clumps of snowflakes never amounted to much, but it was the mites of snow like pinpoints that really fell to the ground with fury. Today was no different. I watched the clumps of snow sink to the ground and repeated my dad's maxim. The snow just coated the world like powdered sugar on pfeffernüsse.
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