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Drives in the Snow

  I am about six or seven years old.   I am sitting in the back of my Dad’s dark blue sedan, with the light blue, velvety interior.    It is snowing outside.   I tilt my head back to look at the snow falling from the white sky..   It’s coming down pretty hard.   I can see individual flakes land on the glass and for a brief moment I see the miracle that they are.   I imagine that I am on a magic mountain top with fairies and gnomes.   The only sound in the world  is the windshield wipers swishing back and forth.   The world outside is quiet.   I feel so very safe.     I am seventeen years old.   I am a relatively new driver.   It’s a rainy/icy kind of snow coming down outside.   I am attempting to drive my friend home.   It’s not a long drive but on this night it is treacherous.  My parents had bought a fixer-upper house this year and bought the car I am driving for the sole purpose of bringing things to the dump.   During the week, it’s my car to drive to school, and to use when I go o

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