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Laura Ingalls Wilder
- Farmer Boy
Every day the snow was melting a little. The cedars and spruces shook it off, and it fell in blobs from the bare branches of oaks and maples and beeches. All along the walls of barn and house the snow was pitted with water from the icicles, and the icicles fell crashing.