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big fat fluffy flakes that cover our small borough bringing the bustling pace to a halt. this seems to me to be a message I need to stop. to slow down the hectic pace that causes me to become ill. the unrelenting hustle that doesn’t seem to stop for runny nose or achy back. thank you for this brief interlude of precipitation that allows a reason to stop. rest for the sake of rest seems trivial and wasteful. however, forced rest due to ice and mud provides me the veiled excuse. and for a brief 24 hours, i find peace.