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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
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