Only a little snow, in the branches of a little tree; but it was exactly the right kind of snow, in exactly the right place, with exactly the right light behind it, seen with the eye of an artist and bound to a photofilm, so that its beauty might endure after its substance had been blown down by the wind or melted by the sun.
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