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	¬ m e l o d i e s       melodies #2 Looking from the back seat, word beaten, road signs with a warning pattern appear...giant snow flakes in a red triangle. Heading out of the city snow covers the ground. Headlights seeme brighter in this sharp light. By now the city is swallowed whole in a halo of white, all traffic stopped. The tired ache of branches, breaking from crippled trees, and an echo of a siren breaks the stillness. We wait, watch as the trees topple, turning to splinters, then point first in the ground...