The morning of my birthday I woke up to swirling clouds of tiny white flakes against the soft yellow glow of the street light across our street. It was beautiful. I now know where the cliched image of blanketed with new fallen snow comes from and it is as peaceful as it sounds. I also now know what it looks like snow up. That’s right folks, Mama got a blizzard for her birthday. Continue reading
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