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I could never live without her not running through my veins
It snowed for real last night. I took pictures. It is even still snowing this afternoon, though the sidewalks have been shoveled and the streets ploughed. I hope it sticks. Our street looks like winter. It should be winter. We did nothing to observe Twelfth Night, unless you count rewatching Topkapi (1964).
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There was also this receding box of trees: