Just when we thought we were safe.
Just when the danger has appeared to pass.
But no... it's back. It's white, it's cold, and it makes delightful snowmen.
Yuki.
As high noon rolls around and the hot sun is hidden by thick veils of the drabbest of drabby drab grey, once again, flakes will flow like waterfalls. Frozen waterfalls. This may
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