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  • The tops of those mountains were covered in white dust, a fine, powdery
    dust that looked so delicate, the tiniest gust of wind could blow it all
    away. The clouds themselves seemed to be made of this - pure white and
    weightless. As we drove north through the Appalachians, the snow, pregnant
    with water, grew heavier. Tree branches strained and snapped under the
    weight. Run-off water from the mountains froze in mid-motion, forming
    patches of melted candle wax on the rock faces. But the evergreens, true to
    their name, lined the valley and hinted at the hope that Spring was not far
    away.
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