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December 29, 2007
The snow hit while I slept. There had been severe winter storm warnings, and the usual dire predictions. In Michigan we have learned to ignore them, because they are wrong more often than not. When I went to sleep around 2 am, it was still clear out. But I woke to a world of white. The trees were pasted. Fifteen inches piled up on my deck rail and every piece of patio furniture. Even the spaces between the deck rails were clotted shut with the stuff. I opened the door to take a picture. Outside, there wasn’t a single sound.