More, please

Last week it snowed. Every once in a while, the planets align so that I'm inside my studio (this time, gloriously, one with a large second floor window) while outside snowflakes the size of plums make their way to the street.

If I could pay for it to happen again, I would - but I suppose the fact that snow functions beyond such human ugliness is what makes it so special.

I'm hoping hard that it happens again.

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