"Come inside, my dears. It's going to snow in the morning.
I shudder to think what piles of wet snow would do
to your glorious ruffles.
Those fragile stems were never meant to
bear the weight of wet winter.
So come inside and stay a while.
It's warm and bright ... almost like being outside."
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