Rainie

I reached my black, cloth-gloved hand into the snow and retrieved a hundred, no a thousand-thousand tiny diamonds. The snow had been struck by rain and quickly froze the tiny drops to crystals. On my black gloved palm, they showed, radiant in the sunlight, a glorious decoration; not one priceless gem but a wealth covering [...]

This was written after we sold our 1974 Brown Custom Van.

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