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29.11.10
It was white in Vienna last night, on the sidewalk and the trees and the grass, cars wrapped in cloud with headlights showing the little rushing dancers. I remember driving in snow, the way it comes at you all hypnotic-like, and even now though i am not moving fast it comes in the same way when i look up, appearing out of nothingness, tracing paths that add up to chaos. The treeboughs in the park are thoroughly laden but it's only the first one, this year, this night, so across the street nobody has put up the dachlawine signs yet. Clearly this must mean there is no danger.

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