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I have this thing for snow… now I wouldn’t say I exactly love it… that would be pushing it a tad far.
I love the idea of snow, the way when it falls and you’re all wrapped up snug and warm and everything sounds muffled…silent…that’s when I love snow.
I guess you could say I’m a fair weathered lover of snow, as long as it’s crisp, bright white and I can gaze at it longingly from my vantage point of warmth… then it’s my best friend.
But when it’s slushy gray vile and will just not leave….when you have to climb mount Everest just to vacate your vehicle… then I hate it with a passion usually reserved for the genuinely evil of this world.
