Some things aren't true until you say them...
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12.06.2005 - 12:21 p.m. I like to kick a chunk of plowed snow ahead of me as I walk, until it has disintegrated into a tiny, unkickable crystal. I have done this ever since elementary school, when I lived close enough to walk. It is one of those emminently satisfying activities, like burrowing into warm covers on a cold night or licking the center of an oreo. Today would only be better if they'd cancelled work. -stonebridge |