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February 21, 1792 Blizzard today. The lake is frozen in time, the woods silent and hollow. Crystals too large to be called snow are dancing through the air and sticking to my nose. We have been walking for weeks now. Pa says we are almost there -- but we are nowhere. This "here" looks like "there". Mamma told us we will have to work hard and find food and build a house -- but there is snow everywhere. I wish I were back in Baltimore. |