The snow wins again, the snow and the thick brick of ice keeping it there, and keeping it far too hard to make snowballs with.

Likewise, I am kept in. No school for you. Only the yawning mouths of baby stories that wanna be fed.

Yes, this is what I wanted.

<<agé chose>>

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