Snow fell on the Towers of Camelot
Snow fell on the towers of Camelot, fluttering to its terraces and paths. All the fields were flattened like a white dining cloth spread out on a table. The woodland paths were a wonder of whiteness, blank as an unwritten page waiting for a pen to push its nib across it, trailing black. Crows gathered on roofs, while blackbirds and thrushes and smaller birds came out for grain from the kitchen stores. The sun was bright in the morning and shone sparklingly on the still water or puddles in the lanes around the castle.
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