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01: Ghost   -- "It's snowing!" I yelled such a phrase out loud as I tossed fistfuls of salt and sawdust into the air.  Some of it wove down to land softly on my outstretched arms, and I clapped my gloved hands happily.  I spun around once on my toes, and then bent down to pick up some more dust. Real snow, the sort that fell from the sky, had long since disappeared back in March; the days were slowly but surely warming, as the inhabitants of the natural world roused themselves from their winter slumber and busied themselves in the food fields again.  I didn't dislike spring; on the contrary, it was