| I'm snow bird, stuck in the bank of new 10 inches of snow. How to get back in warmly-warm of dreamy home and me-summer... These hours, filled with power - I ponder slowly, covered with snowflakes powder, no pain, no burns, all're healed on Earth with soft snow order, our ears and eyes heed to winter ode. | |||
Eww to that, summer I also wish for my mat, but that is true, each has a drawback or two.
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