onsdag 22 oktober 2008
It is the winter of Warren's ninth year. Outside in the yard, he and his little sister, are playing in the snow.
Warren is catching snowflakes. One at a time at first. Then he is scooping them up by handfuls. He starts to pack them into a ball. As the snowball grows bigger, he places it on the ground. Slowly it begins to roll. He gives it a push, and it picks up more snow. He pushes the snowball across the lawn, piling snow on snow. Soon he reaches the end of the yard. After a moment of hesitation, he heads off rolling the snowball through the neighboorhood.
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