Crossword-Solution: SNOWDRIFTS
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| Winter storm occurrences ... and a hint to the theme of this puzzle | 1 answer |
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Form of quartz with coloured bands
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Hint 1 meaning
A semipellucid, uncrystallized variety of quartz, presenting
various tints in the same specimen. Its colors are delicately arranged
in stripes or bands, or blended in clouds.
Hint 2 anagram
EATAG
Hint 3 another clue
CERTAIN BRAIN SIZE
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Sentences with SNOWDRIFTS (5)
They were compelled to lie down side by side in the snowdrifts, and it was a day and a night before they could get out.
The Senora was lying lapped in slumber on the threshold of the recess; the pigeons dozed below the eaves like snowdrifts; the house was under a deep spell of noontide quiet; and only a wandering and gentle wind from the mountain stole round the galleries, rustled among the pomegranates, and pleasantly stirred the shadows.
The Young Husband came home from his business trip next day with tales of snowdrifts and stalled engines.
Dorcas and the boy went on joyously, and even Reuben’s spirit shone at intervals with an outward gladness; but inwardly there was a cold cold sorrow, which he compared to the snowdrifts lying deep in the glens and hollows of the rivulets while the leaves were brightly green above.
Gil brought her a great bunch of roses, unbelievably beautiful and fragrant, and laughed and told her they didn't look much like those snowdrifts she waded through the last day they worked on the Lazy A serial.
Quotes with SNOWDRIFTS (3)
She was an exotic flower amongst the snowdrifts, out of place, a Technicolor misfit in a monochrome Christmas movie.
I drag the body out into the snowdrifts, as far away from our shack as I can muster. I put her in a thicket of trees, where the green seems to still have a voice in the branches, and try not to think about the beasts that’ll soon be gathering. There’s no way of burying her; the ground is a solid rock of ice beneath us. I kneel beside her and want desperately to weep. My throat tightens and my head aches. Everything hurts inside. But I have no way of releasing it. I’m locked u…
Nothing is as tedious as the limping days, When snowdrifts yearly cover all the ways, And ennui, sour fruit of incurious gloom, Assumes control of fate’s immortal loom