I always liked the idea of snow more than shoveling it or letting it fall into my boots. When I lived in Western New York state—one of the snowiest places in the U.S.—every snowdrift pressed against my front door or patch of slush I’d sink into on my walk to school would make me huff white clouds into the freezing…Read more...
I always liked the idea of snow more than shoveling it or letting it fall into my boots. When I lived in Western New York state—one of the snowiest places in the U.S.—every snowdrift pressed against my front door or patch of slush I’d sink into on my walk to school would make me huff white clouds into the freezing…Read more...
I always liked the idea of snow more than shoveling it or letting it fall into my boots. When I lived in Western New York state—one of the snowiest places in the U.S.—every snowdrift pressed against my front door or patch of slush I’d sink into on my walk to school would make me huff white clouds into the freezing…
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