Bright and cold. The snow, a thin coating, lay crisp and
cold on the ground this morning. The air glistened; my fingers grow numb as I
write about it. Our week commences.
SOURCE: Elizabeth Amelia Dwight, Editor, Life and
Letters of Wilder Dwight: Lieut.-Col. Second Mass. Inf. Vols., p. 157
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