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Christmas brought us a cordial, gentle, soothing snowstorm-a thing of plain, palpable, innocent beauty that the frailest child would love. The myriad diamonds of the sky came gracefully in great congregational flakes, not falling or floating, but just coming to their appointed places upon rock or leaf in a loving, living way of their own-snow-gems, flowers of the mountains clouds in whose folds and fields all rivers take their rise.

-John of the Mountains – Pg. 39

–http://www.bergoiata.org/fe/winter/10.htm