“Is it snowing where you are? All the world that I see from my tower is draped in white
and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just
setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window
seat using the last light to write to you.”
and the flakes are coming down as big as pop-corns. It's late afternoon - the sun is just
setting (a cold yellow colour) behind some colder violet hills, and I am up in my window
seat using the last light to write to you.”
Jean Webster, Daddy-Long-Legs, 1912
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