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a story about snow - part two
In the distance Grant could hear these frosty sounds,
a sort of silent, but airy, freezing, growl. Steadily closer this frosty silence crept. Steadily closer, what
could be next? A sudden burst of warmth rocketed through the sky, bringing a smile to Grant's face, as his
eyes grew wide. Could this surge of weather actually be what Grant has waited for so patiently?
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A twinkle that glistened far out of sight drifted
around in the cloudy night. It tumbled and twirled, slow danced with the wind, slowly descending towards Staten Island.
The twinkle shot across the sky when it reached a gusty spot. It hovered for sometime before continuing on. And
as it dropped into the world below, Grant spotted this Twinkle out through his window.
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Grant jumped with delight,
nearly hitting his head. He could not help it, he was so excited. And when the winter's first snowflake touched
down on the ground, a thousand more snowflakes started fluttering down. Drapping the sky with a glittering sheet of
frost-clothed crystals, each snowflake unique in pattern design, and different in size. But all played together in the
stormy sky. And soon the wind began to really push the snow around; the drifts were huge. And the gray world below
Grant's window, the filthy concrete street, looked cozy under a soft ice blanket, perfect and neat.
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After all the wait, Grant was the first to see the winter's first
snowflake flutter merrily like a falling feather would, refusing to hit the ground; and with such great movement. He
heard hardly a sound while he watched a snowflake bump into another, as hundreds of snowflakes mixed in with each other.
Letting out a huge yawn Grant began to close his eyes. He had waited all night for this beautiful surprise. And
as long as the wait was, it was worth every minute, for memories of this snowstorm will always be with him. Now it was
time to go to bed and dream about all the great fun tomorrow would bring.
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