Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes… - Margaret Atwood

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Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers.

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Margaret Eleanor Atwood (born 18 November 1939) is a Canadian novelist, poet, and literary critic.

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Alternative Names: Margaret Eleanor Atwood • Marqaret Etvud

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Today on the way home, it snows. Big, soft caressing flakes fall onto our skin like cold moths; the air fills with feathers. - Margaret Atwood

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