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.
Yup, more pictures. I didn't really do much to them - just greyscaled some. Wee. And after I took the pictures there was even MORE snow. I think there was about 26-28 inches before it started melting.
It snowed thirteen inches so all the schools were closed today. Even UNO, and they never close. At least I get to wait till Wednesday to confess to my anthro teacher that I have no idea what I'm doing for my project
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