The first snow came down before Christmas and ever since then the world is white. The snow is shoveled into big mountains waiting to melt in Spring. The river was frozen many times. And it is plenty cold. One yearns for summer. At least I do. You cannot argue — it's pretty alright — but a summer day is pretty alright also. This here is a sampling of non-stop winter; simply said: "Enough already" (and we only have February. Well.
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