escalating snowstorm

He shivered slightly as the warmth of his home tickled his nearly frozen nerves. Gerald sighed in surrender to the end of his long battle with the escalating snowstorm and began to peel away the weight of his winter layers. Wrapping his overcoat around a hanger, Gerald took a deep breath. The rich aroma of dinner prompted a smile.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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