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Cold silence

I have a feeling that somewhere above Russia, right in the sky, lives a very wicked giant. When he gets bored, he tears up his gigantic pillows with his bare hands and the feathers from the pillows slowly fall down to earth. As they fall down, they turn into fuzzy snowflakes.
Yesterday almost 40 cm of snow came down on us. It seems our giant had a lot of fun.
Did you know that when snow falls, it mutes the surrounding sounds?
Sunday, March 24, 2013 was silent and cold.



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