Wednesday was a cold, windy, rainy day in the ghost town, mountain peaks hidden in clouds. Thursday morning, March 19th, the clouds lifted to reveal a sprinkling of snow on the mountaintop, looking like powdered sugar delicately sifted onto brownies. For about half an hour, then, I enjoyed sitting outdoors, talking to my son by phone, and watching the light on the newly snowy mountain peaks change minute by minute.
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