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Everything is endless white. It's winter at her very best, blanketing the world for miles in a foot or two of thick snow. The air is cold enough to bite skin and bring the color rushing into your face. It would be a lucky thing, to have a scarf or a cup of hot chocolate or a warm lover this evening. It's going to be a while before the storm lets up.
Where are you riding out the blizzard? Your home? A grocery store, or a cafe. Are you stuck in your car, or worse-- on the street? Let's hope you find some place where winter's frigid fingers can't catch you.
