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[randomnessa]

Nothing seems so bad when it snows. I know, the ground being soaked, that it won't stick, won't last. But it's still so beautiful, so pure. It may be merely transient, but, then again, everything is. Pain, hurt, love, life. None of it is forever, though for the latter two, we often wish it could be. Doesn't work like that though. We've got to enjoy

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[piste_off]

You got snow?

Damn fucked up seasons!

[randomnessa]

It's April, hun. We always get weird weather then, it's a season unto itself...