Prose Poem for the Weather
From an apartment in the basement of a building embedded in a hill in a city, it's hard to tell if it's still snowing. Especially when the wind comes up, lifting blizzards from the ground. Swirling clouds of snow buffet each other in midair, and cars drive through them as if nature is no big deal.
posted by Amber at 1:16 PM
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Trust me...it is always still snowing.
Right back at ya on the profile picture!!
I love your new profile picture!
Okay this isn't related to your blog butttt,, I was just sort of sitting and catching up on your blog since I hadnt read it in a while and relized it's been forever since we've talked big sis and I miss you! I also wanted to tell you my big news I got my permit! Last week :]] So just wanted to catch you up on a little of my news email me or something so you can catch me up on your going on's maybe we can do something soon?
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