All October, it did not snow.
Once, in November, it sprinkled melting snowflakes. Birds even clouded the sky.
Christmas in my hometown was bare.
But the day after: BAM! WHAT! Blizzard.
The third time my mom called for me to wake up, her voice like a high gong in my head, I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for shoveling. Because I am an adult now
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