the second week in April, but still we had a couple inches of heavy,
wet snow. By mid-morning, the snow had turned into freezing rain, coating
all the trees with ice, and giving the snow a nice crunch. It was a
beautiful, stormy day out by the lake with huge waves and a strong wind
that had blown all the lake front snow into foot high drifts, leaving
the top of the slopes bare and green amid all the snow and ice. Just
over this hill rages an apparent ocean, shrouded in cold grey clouds.
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