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The Ice Storm

 We had an ice storm in Nashville two weeks ago. It started on Saturday to snow, and it was fluffy powder snow. It was easy to brush it off my car. Sleet began to fall later after nightfall and continued for most of the next day, on Sunday. I did not go to work and spent the day in bed 


Fortunately, the worst of the ice missed Cheatham County. We only had sleet, not freezing rain. Hotels were full. 


Freezing rain fell for a night and power lines went fown all

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