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When the snow is fresh and pristine and beautiful, I am always torn between wanting to admire it forever - never destroying its perfect soft sparkle - and wanting to be the first whose footprints break its solidity, enjoying the delicious squeaky crunch as it compacts beneath my boots.
I passed geology. With a C. I need to step up my game.
I passed geology. With a C. I need to step up my game.