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Possibly because when my parents got married and I was born—the two events happening in quick succession—they didn’t have any things. Nothing at all and as far as I know nobody gave them anything. Nothing they wanted in any case. They started absolutely from scratch. And so naturally it became important to have things. It helps make unexpected circumstances seem planned and even desirable. Things hold life in place. Like pebbles on a blanket at the beach they stop it from drifting away or flying up in your face. Having nice things makes you feel like you’re doing a good job and shuts everybody else up. There’s nothing anybody can say to you so long as you have nice things all around you. They can’t touch you. And as time went on there were more and more nice things, lovely things.

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Watch the ground disappear

The world turns white where it was once green

Everything covered in ice

The sound of chipping becomes a days melody

Stomp, crunch, push through the deep white flakes all pilled upon each other by the foot load

There were foot prints and angels right here yesterday, where are they now...

Only the snow filled layers know

image: Snow Rollers Blanket Midwest

Accumulation