I watch the snowflakes outside; fluttering in space as if they were dancing... there is something remarkably peaceful about snow falling. En regardant ses flocons, si délicat et élégant, j'ai l'impression que pour l'espace d'un instant tout ralentis... je ralentis...mon esprit se libère de mes angoisses, préoccupations et doutes...j'observe...j'écoute...je me perds dans ce silence et ses flocons dansant...
However, for a brief instant one question does cross my mind... i can't help but wonder whether when it snows a lot, does that lead to less crime and break-ins...?
However, for a brief instant one question does cross my mind... i can't help but wonder whether when it snows a lot, does that lead to less crime and break-ins...?
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