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  • It's been snowing for three days straight now. Though the roads are skittish, elders annoyed, public transportation a near-death experience I can not stop myself from smiling once I step out in the snow. Perhaps it is for me a possibility to regain every lost dream along the way, with each snowflake landing on my temple to become less a respectable adult, which I should strive to be, and more of a child. Never looking back at the clear path I have left in the thick layer of snow, but plowing towards just to get one more fix of that crumble snow makes when stepped upon.
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