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All was still..... a tranquil hush. Though only the day after Thanksgiving, all forms of vegetable life lay dormant beneath a quilt of cold, white snow. As dusk approached, the atmosphere, glazed over with a solid layer of grey clouds, assumed a bluish hue...

On queue, light-censored lamps perched atop pillars of carven stone at once began to glow a peachen yellow. Chickadees, whom only moments before had been bantering amidst themselves for a turn on the seed-laden feeders, flittered away to their residential evergreens; just so as the vehicles traversing the nearby highway were returning to their homes for the weekend. It is Friday.