The problem with the snow is that it sticks to everything it touches. You can’t get rid of it. Even when it melts away, — Alex Z. Moores, Living in Water
The problem with the snow is that it sticks to everything it touches. You can’t get rid of it. Even when it melts away, — Alex Z. Moores, Living in Water
The problem with the snow is that it sticks to everything it touches. You can’t get rid of it. Even when it melts away, — Alex Z. Moores, Living in Water
The problem with the snow is that it sticks to everything it touches. You can’t get rid of it. Even when it melts away, — Alex Z. Moores, Living in Water
The problem with the snow is that it sticks to everything it touches. You can’t get rid of it. Even when it melts away, — Alex Z. Moores, Living in Water
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The problem with the snow is that it sticks to everything it touches. You can’t get rid of it. Even when it melts away, the chill still clings to your bones.

— Alex Z. Moores, Living in Water
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