I Love the snow. I Love romping in it. I Love walking in it. Snalking while SWALKing. I adore what’s all over the roads and my lawn and my hair right now.
It doesn’t mean I’m not snuggling in my basement away from it for a sec, nor does it mean I’m not a LEETLE worried about getting places this weekend, but… sheer rarity means I’m more than willing to suffer inconvenience for the sheer wonder of my favourite precipitation.
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