The hiss was now becoming a roar; the whole world was a vast moving screen of snow, but even now it said peace, it said remoteness, it said cold, it said sleep.From Silent Snow, Secret Snow, by Conrad AikenLast week, I felt as I once did as a child, realizing his helplessness in an indifferent world.I might have been 9 or 10, and I had developed a ...
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