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It's St. Patrick's Day and green is the color of the day
...in theory at least. Anot
her snow has fallen but alas, all that might have been green is covered once again in white. Despite the deep snow, we ventured down the trail noticing how everything was blanketed in white. "The White Forest" Tinkerbelle called it, where everything is as pure as the driven snow. There was an unfamiliar hush about the woods as if the snow in blanketing the earth had smothered it of its voice. Nothing moved and nothing sang. We trudged through the snow unaccustomed to this quiet world that despite its state of frozen stillness seemed cast in enchantment.