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Nature 452, 912 (17 April 2008) | doi:10.1038/452912a; Published online 16 April 2008

After the snow

C. N. Simms1

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Who will save the servants?

Maybe it's the background noise of my husband's resonant snoring that conjures up the images of falling snow hitting the ground with dull, forceful regularity. It feels apt that I wake in a cold sweat, given the subject of my sepia-tinted dreams.