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Wednesday morning, 5am. Pulled from sleep by a tingling feeling, not unlike childhood Christmas mornings. I slipped out of bed and looked out the window. A glistening white carpet - covering the garden, the slide, the bicycle we forgot to take in. I fell back to sleep, dreaming of magic words - snow day. And at 7, ...