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Oh, how I wish you would've braved the harsh weather to come here and be snowed in with me.
There's just something about the snow. It renews my youth. Not everything has to make sense. Every snowflake is different; perfect in it's imperfection.
There's just something about the snow. It renews my youth. Not everything has to make sense. Every snowflake is different; perfect in it's imperfection.