Grand Old Dame of the Skies

Yesterday, when I stepped out after what has been a long week of flus all around to buy some basic groceries, it was into an enchanted world of white fluffs floating down around me. Teeny tiny fluffs that soon became bigger, more beautiful. I thought, “The Grand Old Dame of the Skies is at it again. She is sifting through her quilt stuffing and the smaller satin fluffs are sprinkling down upon us”.


I was wrong.


She was only taking out her supplies yesterday. Today, she is sifting. And the naughty elves punched bigger holes into her sieve. Will she realize the trick in time to save her snowy downy cotton?

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