DAMASCUS – When you reside in a city where snowfall is a rare event, occurring perhaps once or twice a year, or even less frequently, each occurrence becomes a moment of excitement. I remember, back then, whenever it snowed, we gleefully played with the white fluff for a single day before it inevitably melted away by the following day, if not sooner. Fond childhood memories linger of those times when I felt a twinge of sadness as the snow vanished before my eyes.
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