We sleep， and at length awake to the still reality of a winter morning. The snow lies warm as cotton or down upon the window sill； the broadened sash and frosted panes admit a dim and private light， w...
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We sleep， and at length awake to the still reality of a winter morning. The snow lies warm as cotton or down upon the window sill； the broadened sash and frosted panes admit a dim and private light， w...