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Originally posted by Timber Loftis:
Snow is a wonderful romantic image. It's light and appears soft and cuddly, yet touch it and it is cold and harsh. As imagery, it embodies all that is the polarized nature of the dialectic. This is why, as I once posited in a Romance Literature term paper, Mary Shelley uses snow scenes to frame Frankenstein (meaning: one at the beginning and one at the end) - it so clearly parallels the monster. 
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Not just snow, but clouds...
Flows and flows of angel hair,
And feathered canyons everywhere,
And ice cream castles in the air,
I've looked at clouds that way.
But now they only block the sun
And rain and snow on everyone.
So many things I would have done,
But clouds got in the way.
I've looked at clouds from both sides now,
From up and down and still, somehow,
It's clouds' illusions I recall,
I really don't know clouds, at all.
-Joni Mitchell