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The mantle of white that has covered us has turned into a pall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Early one morning I awoke at four o'clock, peered out my window, and saw... nothing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A total white-out, with the wind gusting and complaining louder than the feral cats ever could.

 

 

 

 

The street lights were barely visible, like little disembodied orbs floating behind a shroud of cotton.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I have not heard the cats since then.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This was written by   Katzenperson  in  NEW YORK STATE

 

 

http://jackelliot.over-blog.com/2017/02/katzenperson-from-the-world-in-the-new-york-state.html

 

 

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