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    <title>From the hotel: strange, glacial beauty</title>
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    <summary type="html"><![CDATA[<p>More television.  During one of my restless moments, I opened the curtains to look outside.  It was the first time I'd looked outside since twilight fell.  I forget the eerie beauty that comes with ice storms.  My window has icicles that vary between six and eight inches long.  The asphalt parking lot twinkles in the light; there is at least an inch of ice there.  I cannot even imagine what the roads must be like.</p>
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    <content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>More television.  During one of my restless moments, I opened the curtains to look outside.  It was the first time I'd looked outside since twilight fell.  I forget the eerie beauty that comes with ice storms.  My window has icicles that vary between six and eight inches long.  The asphalt parking lot twinkles in the light; there is at least an inch of ice there.  I cannot even imagine what the roads must be like.</p>
<p>But strangest and most beautiful are the trees.  The young pines will probably snap soon.  They have gone from touching their toes to curled up in almost-fetal positions.  But there are two older trees, shaped like redbuds, that are the most beautiful of all.  Their habit of growing a profusion of slender branches as opposed to a few small branches gives them more acreage to collect ice.</p>
<p>The end result is a tree of spun glass, glowing in the lamplight.  It is the ultimate irony of ice storms:  the very thing that is so deadly is also incredibly beautiful.</p>
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