SNOW. I cannot stop in snow to say that I am sorry. There are restrictions to the entry of a cold face. I dare not slither to a halt lest I should see a sunny disposition in this icy place. Thoughts are compose I lick snowflakes it is so easy. When it is snowing one can feel free to face the... Sign in to see full entry.
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