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After a Snow Dump

A small child with shovel roams the hill, armed and ready to battle with the snow, digging holes through the crust with all his will, nature trembles at this tough three-year-old. His brother zips by on a yellow tube, bailing before he hits the old rock wall, the tube though, it just keeps flying on through, over the stone to the woods where it falls. Up above one is jumping from the deck, into a six-foot heap of the white stuff, with every jump the cushion becomes wrecked, he piles it back, can not get enough. It’s amazing the sheer amount of fun children can have after a big snow dump.

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